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Chapter 1 : Project Rendezvous with Stardom

Written by @lordofthesillystraws and @tottymatsuuu. Header by @ilovematsunos and @shroomblade

It was a dreary day, the sky was clouded and the rainfall was heavy. It was no day to be caught outside, but for a certain washed-up, self-proclaimed Frenchman, there was no other option.

“...Me was supposed to win, it was my idea! Those lousy sextuplets…”

There, under a bridge, with nothing but a cardboard box to call home, was Iyami. He stewed over his latest failure as he attempted to start a fire. The sparks caught on his pathetic pile of twigs, but were extinguished by a wet newspaper. Iyami muttered something under his breath as he tossed the paper aside; it seemed the world was against him today.

“If it weren’t for those damn sextuplets, me wouldn’t be here at all… If only me could start over…”

Iyami’s thoughts cut him off. Start over… He could start over. With new sextuplets, ones that would be just uninteresting enough to let him be the star. It wasn’t the worst idea he’d had, far from it.

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“...What terrible weather, dasu…”

Dekapan peers out the window at the pouring rain. He turns to Dayon.

“...You didn’t leave my clothes out on the line, did you?”

“Dayon!”

Dekapan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“...Of course you did.”

The door burst open suddenly, wind and rain blowing into the laboratory. Dekapan jumps off to the side, hiding behind Dayon.

“Gentlemen!” Iyami announces his presence, straightening his stance as he stands in the doorway. “Me has a proposition, zansu.”

He steps into the laboratory with long strides, stopping in the middle of the entryway. Dekapan peeks out from behind Dayon with a ‘hoe’.

“Propo…sition, dasu?”

Iyami clasps his hands together as the doors shutter closed behind him.

“Yes, a proposition. And me needs your help with it, zansu.”

Iyami points at Dekapan. Dayon moves out of the way, grabbing a mop to clean up the entryway.

“Me has a plan to become the main character again, zansu,” Iyami puts his hand to his chest. “To shine in the spotlight just as I used to! Me needs you to make duplicates of those sextuplets, zansu. They will be my supporting cast, like they should have been.”

Dekapan looks at Iyami, confused.

“Clone the sextuplets, dasu?”

“Exactly that, zansu! Clone the sextuplets!”

Dekapan sighs.

“I can’t exactly ‘clone the sextuplets’, dasu. Is this because of the race?”

“Who cares what the reason is, zansu!” Iyami interrupted. “Me needs myself my own set of sextuplets to be my entourage!”

He gets on his knees and begins to grovel at Dekapan’s feet.

“Please, Dr. Dekapan!” Iyami cried. “Me just needs to be in the spotlight again, zansu! Anything to be the main character again!”

Dekapan stares down at the crying Iyami, sighing in reluctance.

“There is one way, dasu.”

Iyami immediately lifts his head up, nose runny and eyes welled with tears.

“Really, zansu?”

Dekapan nods, a solemn look on his face. Iyami sprung up from where he was kneeling.

“What is it? What is it?!”

Iyami grabbed Dekapan’s shoulders, shaking him a bit. Dekapan kept his solemn expression as he led Iyami to the door.

“It’s not an easy process… You really want to know?”

“Yes! Yes! Me wants to know, zansu!”

Dekapan opens the door for Iyami, then suddenly pushes him out.

“Come back tomorrow. The weather is awful today.”

The door slams shut. Iyami blinks, dumbfounded. After what just happened registers, he shouts, jumping up into the air.

“Sheeeeeh!! You can’t do this to me! At least let me stay, zansu!”

There is no answer from inside the lab. Iyami sighs, defeated.

“How cruel… The weather really is awful…”

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The sun soon rises, starting another day in Akatsuka Ward. Dekapan wakes up bright and early, turning on the lights of his laboratory. Opening up the door to get in some fresh air, Dekapan looks down and finds a beaten-up Iyami curled up on the doorstep, fast asleep. In Iyami’s hand is a plastic bag. Picking up the bag and looking inside, Dekapan sees an assortment of random objects. A beer can, a grimy leather jacket, some cotton rounds… These are all holders of DNA samples. Seems like Iyami really is that desperate to get back at the sextuplets. He sighs and gives Iyami a kick, startling him awake.

“Sheeh!” Iyami exclaimed, “Who awakes me, zansu?”

Iyami looks around hastily before stopping at the doctor before him. He straightens himself up.

“Dr. Dekapan! Good morning, zansu!”

Dekapan responds with an exasperated ‘hoeh’, inviting Iyami inside once again, albeit reluctantly. He looks inside the bag again.

“I see you’ve brought some DNA samples, dasu.”

“Of course, zansu! Me figured that you would need it for cloning!”

Dekapan sets the bag down on the counter.

“That’s great, but it’s not enough, dasu.”

Iyami tilts his head, confused. Dekapan starts taking out the objects from the bag one by one.

“Such small DNA samples aren’t enough to make a full clone of a human, dasu… We’re going to need more.”

Iyami scoffs, crossing his arms.

“Tch! Like me’d be bothered to go back and steal some random garbage from those lousy sextuplets… Me already went once, me won’t go again, zansu!”

“...If you don’t want to search for more samples of the sextuplets, there is another way, dasu.”

“Sheeh?”

Iyami tilts his head curiously.

“We can use something else, a cat, for example, to ‘fill in the blanks,’ dasu. We’ll use their DNA to make up for-”

Before Dekapan can finish, Iyami zooms out of the lab. Dekapan watches the trail of dust that was kicked up, exasperated.

“He really is that desperate, isn’t he?”

“Dayon!”

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Iyami found himself surveying alleyways, front yards, anywhere he could find cats. He wasn’t… really all that sure what places stray cats usually inhabited, but apparently his whims were right on the money. Of course, being the aesthete he is, he had to find the perfect cats for his plan, ones that acted very similar to the sextuplets. As he walks past one of the alleyways, he comes across a particularly fat cat laying on the ground. A lazy cat, laying around doing nothing… Seems like a perfect candidate for an Osomatsu clone! Iyami spots a nearby garbage dump and rummages through it, finding a can of thrown out tuna and a bowl. Perfect! He opens the can to pour its contents into the bowl and tosses it to the lazy cat. The cat notices the bowl, slowly crawling over to chow down. As the cat gorges on the tuna, Iyami swipes the cat up in a garbage bag. It fights against the bag for a bit before eventually calming down and relaxing in the bag.

“Uhyohyo!” Iyami laughed. “This is a piece of cake, zansu! One cat down, five left to go!”

He walks off to survey more alleyways with the cat in the bag. The rest of the day follows the same process. Find a cat similar enough to one of the Matsunos, distract it, snatch it, and repeat until he had a total of six. Two of them did put up a bit of a fight, but Iyami was determined (and also weirdly used to cats attacking him.) Nonetheless, it seems like he’s wrangled up enough cats for Dekapan to use! Iyami makes the trek back to Dekapan’s laboratory, carrying his bounty of cats with a rather prideful smile.

“This plan is going to work, zansu! Once we make these good-for-nothing clones, I’ll finally be able to get back at those lousy sextuplets for stealing my spotlight!”

Iyami proudly knocks on Dekapan’s front door, getting an answer shortly after. Dekapan stands before him, surprised at Iyami’s dedication to this project.

“Hoeh! That was quick.”

“Uhyo~! Never underestimate me, zansu!” Iyami replies triumphantly, putting a hand to his hip and flashing a bright smile.

“Never said I did…”

Dekapan lets Iyami into the laboratory, shutting the door behind him.

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Dayon and Dekapan make some preparations for the cloning operation. Dayon wipes away at the dusty exterior of a strange machine whilst Dekapan gets the cats some food, distracting them as he takes small samples of their fur.

“We have decided to repurpose one of our old machines for this, dasu.”

Dekapan gathers the clumps of fur and places them next to the Matsunos’ DNA samples. Once Dayon finishes wiping down the machine, he notifies Dekapan with a ‘Dayoon!’ before stepping away to let Dekapan work. He swabs the beer can with a cotton swab and rubs it onto a petri dish, placing the sample of the fat cat’s fur next to it. He brings the petri dish to the machine, stopping shortly to speak to Iyami.

“This machine will clone the Matsunos as best as it can, dasu. Since there isn’t a lot of the Matsunos’ DNA, there may be some differences.”

“Eh, me doesn’t care, zansu!” Iyami waves his hand dismissively. “Just as long as me can get a set of sextuplets for my entourage!”

Dekapan shrugs with a ‘hoeh’ and places the petri dish into a compartment next to the machine. With a pull of the lever, the machine analyzes the DNA before slowly building up a human body from the bottom up. Once the body is completely built, an electric shock is administered to bring it to life before it’s pushed out onto the ground. What lays on the ground now is a… Particularly larger version of Osomatsu with facial hair and longer locks.

“Uhyohyohyo!” Iyami laughs, clapping with excitement as he watches the rather dazed clone stand up. “This one looks perfect to me, zansu!”

Dekapan stares at the specimen, a bit confused.

“Hoeh… Isn’t this one a bit big, dasu?”

“Me doesn’t care! Let’s move onto the next one!”

Dekapan slides in another petri dish, and the same process happens. This time, what comes out is a slimmer version of Karamatsu with shaggy hair.

“Hoeh… Now this one’s a bit thinner-”

“Uhyoo~!” Iyami interrupts, “Don’t stop now, zansu! Keep it going! Me must have all six of them immediately!”

With a sigh, Dekapan slides in the next dish. What comes out is a version of Choromatsu with thick eyebrows and a mangy haircut. Just as Dekapan is about to bring up another issue with this specimen, Iyami interrupts.

“Don’t sweat the small details, zansu! They all look the same to me! Three left to go!”

Dekapan follows up with the rest of the DNA, three more specimens being pushed out of the machine one by one. All six line up to the side, looking at each other and around the lab, naked and confused. Dekapan and Iyami both stare at the new sextuplets. After a moment, Dekapan sighs.

“...I told you, they weren’t going to be–”

Iyami suddenly interrupts, stepping forward and pushing Dekapan back.

“Nonsense! They’re perfect! Simply magnificent! And me can tell them apart, which is even more convenient, zansu!”

Iyami then strikes a pose, pointing at the sextuplets.

“Welcome to your new role, NEETs! You are to serve under me as a group of uninteresting side characters, understand, zansu?”

Before any of them can respond, he turns around.

“Finally, me will have the spotlight all to myself once more, zansu! The world will know my name and sing my praises! Uhyohyohyo~!!”

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magnoliabutters · 2 years

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• THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T CARE •

pairing: joel miller x (18+, she/her) reader

summary: joel and ellie are tasked to move a package from jackson to san diego. little did they know you were the "cargo..."

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language, cordycep apocalypse related violence & weapons, canon divergence, tlou part 1 & 2 spoilers; angst, medium to slow burn, pet names, voyuerism, sub!joel and dom!reader, age gap in pairing, masturbation, etc.

word count: ~6.3k

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request: by @yourmomsmilfmistress; katrina babes, i have another idea!!! i was thinking something along the lines of (whatever male character you want/ im not picky) is OBSESSED with reader and one day after a torturous hangout he starts to 🍆💦 ( ya know) after she leaves and for some reason it's not working and it's like he's just edging himself but (of course) reader comes and walks in on it and it's like sub!male and dom!reader smut!!!

note: um… most definitely. the way i thought of joel freaking miller instantly. sub male? common now 😈 we are set in a post-tlou part 2 world where no one died, abby who?, and ellie lives happily on the farm (aka 20+ age). also, loosely following the plot of part 1. for visuals of characters, i am moving forward with what we’ve seen so far of hbo’s part one and game’s part two casting. although as it’s older ellie, i went with video game looks. hopefully that makes sense. enjoy my fellow hoes ⚡️

Don't tell them your name. Just tell them you're there to see Maria.

His words keep running through your head as you gallop atop your trusted steed, Horse. He told you, repeatedly, that they will find you - not the other way around. All you needed to do was get to the vicinity of Jackson County. Well, you are about a mile into said county and you haven't come across a single person. Let alone, a single runner.

The two things cannot co-exist this far from the cities. If there are no runners or clickers, then there must be people. If there are infected, there are no people. But emptiness? That is something unheard of. It puts you on edge. You swear you want to just yell, yell to draw something out. But that would be stupid. You don't know how many are out here ... people or infected.

You hop over a razor wired fence in the middle of the road. Its height hits a the top of your knee. Perfect stop runners. Your first sign that people have been in this neck of the woods. The deeper you get into Jackson County, you wonder why all you need to say is "I'm here to see Maria." Would these people attack you and saying those words would be the only thing to stop them? Or are they dumb enough to bring just about anyone back into their town? You have absolutely no clue what he has signed you up for.

Fear stands your hairs on end. It fuels your adrenaline and heart as Horse guides you into an opened field. On the main road, you read a sign that displays "surface may be icy." You're thankful you were assigned this job in the middle of July. In front of you, you note green ivory glued to the brick walls of an old music store. The roads were shit, as usual. Cracks and bumps from overgrowth and lack of maintenance. You hope they are not too rough on Horse's shoes. She had them switched out in Colorado, back when you saw your people last.

Horse abruptly stops. Harsh enough for your full body to push up against her back. "Fuck," you grumble with a hand to your head. "What the hell?" You slowly open your eyes to note the clicker before you. With widening eyes, you swiftly reach to unhook your knife from the saddle. As quiet as a mouse, you hop off of the pillion and carefully land your feet on the grass below. You side step as you make your way closer. its clicks grow louder as it uses its echolocation in the opposite direction.

Your eyes are constantly moving, wondering if there are any other infected around. There is luckily no movement. Just one single clicker. The fungi sporadically growing throughout its body. The cordyceps on full display on its face - if you can even call it a face. In your last two steps, you rush up to it. You hook your arm over its chest. Your fingers curve over its shoulder as you grip tightly against the rough flesh. With your other hand, you stab your knife into the crook of its neck. It quickly became limp in your arms. You let slide off your body and ultimately onto the road.

"Drop the knife," you hear behind you. The voice is rough and booming. You gradually put your hands up. You drop the knife, careful to have it fall upon its hilt and not its blade. "On your knees," it bellows. You laugh, tilting your head to the side. "No can do," you scoff. "I only get on my knees when I want to." The man behind you laughs as he slowly walks up to you. His boots crunching against the dirt and gravel.

"On your knees," another voice appears. Despite its higher tone, it is just as rough. A smile grows upon your face as you carefully drop to your knees. "Oh for you, of course," you mutter to the woman. She quickly grabs hold of your wrist and places it behind your back. Her grip harsh and tight. You release a laugh as you lean back into your captor. "I'm here for Maria," you mutter.

Abruptly, the movements behind you stop. The grasp remains tight. "Maria?" the exasperated man's voice pushes through the air. His boots' steps become faster as he rushes behind you. "Why?" the woman asks. You feel the cool head of a gun at the back of your neck. "Hey, hey, hey," you furiously mumble. "I-I'm a smuggler. I'm with a group of people who told me Maria owes them one. I just got sent here for her to pay the debt."

The gun is pressed harder against your neck. "What debt?" the man's voice asks. You move your head to the side, attempting to pull yourself away from the gun's focused point. The gun holder makes sure it stays against your skin despite your movements. "I don't even know, man. I was just sent here. They told me to say 'I'm here for Maria' and that she would know what to do," you spit out.

You hear the man pace behind you. He sighs heavily. His voice hushed as he speaks towards the woman. "I don't feel good about this, El," he whispers. "Does she have any people in her past?" the woman asks. "Not that I know of," he says as those steps draw closer once more. You are suddenly pushed to the ground. You cut up your chin as you couldn't catch yourself in time. "Fuck," you mutter into the ground. "Your name," he mumbles. "I don't have time for games." You yell as your palms lay flat against the surface. "Rita," you quickly lie.

"Alright, Rita," the man's voice bustles behind you. "Let's go." Next thing you knew, a bag was pulled over your head. Your head was then banged against the hard rubber bedding of a truck.

They grip against the bag over your head so hard that it pulls on some of your hair as it uncovers your face. Your eyes slowly blink to adjust to the light. "Shit," you grumble as you relax your arms, only to realize that you were tied to a chair. Rope. Fuck, you think. Rope hurts the most.

"Now, Rita, I'm not going to ask again. Why are you here for Maria?" The familiar voice asks. You squint to look in his direction. A latino man with slicked black hair crouches before you. You look behind him to recognize that you were in a stable - a wooden stable. There is hay all over the floor, but no horses. What kind of stable doesn't have horses? As your eyes trail back towards your feet, you note red splotches staining the wooden floor below you. "Damn it," you whisper the elongated swear under your breath. You know exactly what kind of place this is.

"I told you already, man," you whine. "My people didn't tell me shit. Just that I was assigned a job and Maria owed a ride." You look into the brown eyes staring holes into your face. "I'm here to collect on that ride," you whisper. "To where?" the man asks. "I'll tell Maria ... once I get my ride," you answer with a smirk. The man raises his fist as his upper lip tenses. You wince at the sight.

“Tommy!” You recognize the woman’s voice as he holds back his fist. She walks out from the darkness of one of the stables. You smile at the sight. She looks younger than you. Her reddish brown hair gave you goosebumps. Her eyes a greenish blueish grey. Something you would have envied as a child. She some how looks sweet, but also has clearly endured so much in her short time.

“So, we have Tommy,” you share as you nod towards the man. “And El,” you murmur as you look up to her. You smile - a smile that El winces at. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” you sigh as you attempt to shrug against the chair. “I don’t want to give anyone grief. I just need to talk to-” Suddenly, a remarkable woman bursts through the doors. Another man at her side. Her eyes serious and hellbent. Her skin a deep and beautiful brown. She is undeniably gorgeous, and surprisingly pregnant. She definitely had the glow, complete with her large firmed bump. “Tommy, what the hell is this?” she asks sternly.

Maria, you think. They never gave you a picture, but you knew from the second she commanded that room. The second both Tommy and El backed away from you. Their hands either up or open at their sides. She was in charge. And she was headed right for you. “Maria,” you say with a sing songy voice. Her head shoots your way. “I need a ride.”

Maria stares down at your smile. Her upper lip pulls, just like Tommy’s. “Where?” she asks calmly. “San Diego,” you answer. “San Diego?” she scoffs. “I don’t owe them that much.” You tilt your head, smiling to yourself. “Well, someone thinks you do,” you smirk. Tommy grunts as he steps towards you. Maria quickly puts out an arm across his chest.

With a sigh, she returns her gaze to you. Her arm still across his chest. You are curious about those two. “I obviously can’t take you myself,” she mutters. “Obviously,” you affirm as you nod towards her stomach. “I’ll find you someone. You’ll leave in the morning,” she says carelessly. She turns around and speaks to her people. “Untie her,” she says under her breath.

The man who walked in with her quickly follows through with her demand. You rub your wrists and forearms where the rope’s red rings pressed into your skin. You stand with the devil’s smile across your face. El is the first to walk up to you, while Tommy’s eyes are still daggers. “Hey, sorry,” she says as she rubs the back of her neck. “Things didn’t go so well the last time a new person asked about one of our people.” You hum as you nod. “Make sense,” you say under your breath as you return your gaze to Tommy.

“Maria’s his wife,” El adds as she follows your eyes. “He’s been extra sensitive, given the baby and all.” You smile at her words. She pulls your attention. “It’s also Ellie by the way,” she mumbles. She gestures goodbye and walks out. “Rita?” the man asks. You look at him with confusion. “My name’s Jesse. Come on, follow me.” With hesitation, you follow the tall man out into the dark night.

Your eyes quickly fall upon the string lights crossing from building to building. It is so beautiful your mouth gapes open. “We have a small bed and breakfast for travelers,” he shares as he points to a building at the end of the street. “Shit - a bed and breakfast?” you scoff under your breath. As you walk, you note the happy and clean people randomly walking about. They are loud - comfortably loud. It must be nice.

“Where you from?” Jesse asks. His gaze stuck on you. “I don’t do small talk,” you say with a weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude.” He laughs, raising his hands. “No, I get it. Just trying to make conversation,” he answers. “Oh, well if we’re making conversation, tell me what your favorite color is,” you teasingly laugh. He chuckles, shooting you a sweet smile. “Orange,” he scoffs. “You?” You nod, smiling as you step onto the front deck of this apparent bed and breakfast. “Green.”

With quick goodbyes, you go inside and easily secure your room. The room is on the first floor. Inside the small space, you have a worn down desk, chair, and bed. Your pack is already resting against the foot of the bed frame. You grab the back of the chair and hook it underneath the door’s knob. You turn the lock and deadbolt the door. When you finally lay back to rest, you reflect on your day. It didn’t go as well as you had hoped - as you had been told. But at least you are alive. At least you are on your way to San Diego.

After the best sleep of your life, Jesse led you to a building across the way. Maria, Tommy, Ellie, Jesse, another woman and a man sit alongside a long dinner table. The woman appears sweet. She sits closely to Ellie. The man is something else. His demeanor laid back, like he had no care in the world. His face kind, but also worn thin after years of this shit world. You can immediately see through the facade and know he is good. But damn does he give off such a strong guard dog vibe. He has random patches of grey amongst his black hair and beard. His eyes dark, but youthful. You struggle to keep your eyes off of him. He watches you, though. He sized you up as soon as you walked through the door.

“Rita,” Maria calls out. You are too busy attempting to watch him through your eye lashes. “Rita,” she says louder. You quickly turn your attention to her. Only now remembering that Rita was the name you gave them. “Yes,” you answer with high energy. “These are my best people,” she shares. “I want Joel and Ellie on this.” Ellie sits up straight, shocked as she exchanges looks with the girl beside her. The two begin to discuss in hushed tones. The man abruptly turns towards Maria, disingenuously laughing under his breath. “No, Maria,” he scoffs. “That ain’t happening.” The man stands, his hands firm against the table. He must be Joel. Rarely have you met someone who’s name perfectly fits them. It makes you smile.

Maria sighs as though she saw this coming. “I would go myself-” she starts. “So let me go,” Tommy interjects. Joel and Maria quickly respond “no” in unison. Maria takes a breath as she slowly looks to her partner. “I’m about to pop. You can’t go,” she whispers. “I need you.” Tommy solemnly nods as he looks back towards the rest of the group. Maria turns back to Ellie with patient eyes. “Ellie, Dina - are y’all okay with this?” she asks. Dina nods, looking at Ellie. "J.J. will be fine. You should go," she whispers. Ellie then turns to Maria and nods.

Joel's scoff could be heard from two buildings down. "This is bullshit, Maria and you know it," he yells as he slams his hand against the table. Tommy stands, pointing towards him. "Watch it, Joel," he warns through gritted teeth. Maria takes a breath as she looks between Ellie and Joel. "You two have gone across state lines more times than any of us. This should be easy as pie," she says softly. He rolls his eyes as a deep, unenthused chuckle falls from his lips. "What's the cargo?" he asks with furrowed brows as he looks off in the distance.

Maria turns towards you. She rakes over you with slight confusion and hesitation. Within a second, there was a moment where her face smoothed out. She took a breath and returned to Joel. "She is," she states with finality. Your face remains looking down the table, but your eyes travel to Joel's seat. He gradually turns to look at the group. With a guttural growl, he says, "Absolutely not." Maria throws her hands up. "Joel, they will come to collect. I will not put anyone else's life in danger," she yells.

"If they come to collect, they can take her dead body," Joel booms as he pulls a gun from his holster and points it towards your head. You remain still. Your breathing intensified as the remainder of the group stands to their feet. "Joel," Maria says softly. "We need her - whether you like it or not. We need her in San Diego." Joel exhales through his flared nostrils. His mouth tight as he looks down at you through the sights of his pistol.

"What's so important about her?" he asks as he lowers the gun. Maria sighs in relief. "I don't know," she shakes her head. "All I know is these people helped us in a pinch back when me and dad started up. They said they'd come to collect and all they needed was a team to get something to San Diego." Tommy watches her intently. It must have been the first time she shared this with him. "I've seen what these people have done when groups don't pay up, Joel," she mutters. "We will not win that fight without losing everything."

Joel sucks his tongue against the back of his teeth. He holsters his gun and walks towards the front door. He hooks a backpack over his shoulder and turns back towards the group. "Ellie?" he asks as he slowly opens the door. You turn to watch Ellie kiss Dina. She presses her head against hers and whispers things you cannot make out. They separate with a strong embrace. Ellie walks towards Joel. "You coming, Rita?" she calls out behind her. You stand immediately. Your shocked eyes fall upon Maria and Tommy as you attempt to process everything that has happened in the past few minutes. You grab your pack and walk out to meet the pair in the street.

Ellie watches Joel with trust and a hint of distaste. You wonder about their story. As you walk up, the two stop talking and turn to look at you. "Hello," you greet awkwardly. "While we're out there, you do exactly what I say - when I say. Understand?" Joel says sternly as he points a finger in your face. How could those sweet eyes simultaneously look so threatening? "Understood," you whisper under your breath as you exchange looks with Ellie.

Joel quickly turns and heads straight to what looks like a mechanic's garage. "Does he always have a stick up his ass?" you ask as you skip to catch up with Ellie. She smiles, nervously biting her lip. "At first," she mutters under her breath as her eyes remain on him. "The Chevy," he asks a man standing behind the desk. He promptly hands him keys without question. You nod, noting how nice it must be to live in Jackson.

"Chevy, huh?" you say, attempting to start a conversation with the man. Joel completely ignores you as he slides the keys into the door handle. "Nice try, but he's not going to crack for a while," Ellie whispers in your ear as she walks to the other side of the truck. You laugh as you open the side door and hop into the backseat. "Seatbelt," he says softly as he points Ellie's way. "Oh," she mutters as she slides it over her body and clips it at her side.

The three of you sat in silence for the first hour of the trip. It was unbearably boring. Wyoming's sights were not as incredible outside of Jackson county. You wish you could sleep, but did not trust the two enough to even try. "Joel," Ellie starts but continues to laugh. "Remember when we cleared this hotel. Remember the tomatoes?" She laughs so hard that she holds her stomach. She leans fully against the passenger seat as she kicks her feet up. You swear you watch Joel crack a smile as he watches the girl burst into a laughing fit. You wish you got a better look.

"What happened with the tomatoes?" you curiously ask Ellie. She turns, struggling to speak between laughs. As she starts, Joel quickly interrupts her. "Don't tell her anything. She's cargo, nothing more," he instructs. Ellie sinks into her chair. Her expression perplexed as she seemed excited to share. "Just cargo, huh?" you taunt. His face remains still as he eyes focus on the road. "Wow, you Jackson people are the sweetest I've ever met," you say sarcastically. "Maybe I should just dip out on this trip. I can probably make it on my own."

Joel quickly slams against the breaks. Your shoulder digs into the back of his seat as you let out a stunned groan. "What the hell?!" you yell. "We are taking you to San Diego, or we are taking your body," he turns to say with stern eyes. You place distance between you two. A sudden rush of alertness and danger bursting through your body. "Let me be clear. I don't care if you're dead or alive by the end of this trip. We are paying off Maria's debt," he seethes. "I'd recommend shutting up if you plan to get there alive."

You suck your tongue against your cheek as you laugh under your breath. You lean back harshly against the back of your seat. "Eyes on the road, asshole," you say as you nonchalantly gesture towards the street. He rolls his eyes as he faces forward behind the wheel. He presses on the gas gradually. Ellie sits in awkward silent with a tight lip. She finds comfort in looking out the window.

Less than a week has gone by and you are barely crossing the border into Utah. In each passing day, you learn something new about Ellie. She loves to draw. She met her partner, Dina, on the first day she got to Jackson. Her son is named after Jesse and Joel. She calls him her "potato" - an incredible nickname you find endearing. The days are starting to blend together, but Ellie remains a highlight of each.

Joel, on the other hand, has remained annoyingly silent. He solely speaks to Ellie. If he does choose to talk to you, it is usually some demand where he forgot how to say "please." He is abundantly cold. It is infuriating. Here and there, you catch him staring your way. His glimpses seem familiar, as opposed to his usual and intentional looks of anger.

He never looks at your eyes, but his gaze tends to fall on your lips and hair. Any time you caught his eye line, he would immediately look away. The way his gaze lingered on you always left you in a ball of confusion. You thought you would have been on edge, being stared at for hours on end. Yet, you loved it. It made you feel seen. It made you feel beautiful. If he wasn't so vocal about his disapproval, you would think he had a "thing" for you. For now, you just enjoy his looks - hoping they are filled with adoration and not hatred.

Luckily for the three of you, communication was not needed as much when taking out the infected. The trio even came across a group of clickers a day ago. Without saying a word, the three put on their gas masks and stepped into the spores. They could all hear the clicking echoing through the old and damaged walls. With only nods and looks, the three separated and silently took down each clicker.

You turned to look at them with excitement. “That was awesome!” you said joyously. “Very SWAT-team.” Ellie was kind enough to crack a smile as she cleaned her blade on the side of her jeans. You turned to Joel, waiting for any reaction. He gave you absolutely nothing. He shook off the blood on his machete and gracefully placed it back onto his backpack. He then immediately moved toward the cabinets in front of him to search for supplies. God, did he really not have a sense of humor?

Tonight, you find yourself resting beside Ellie in a closed off room. The day was once again filled with ambiguous look exchanges with Joel. Your body aches from taking out runners. You wonder if you'll be in pain for the entire trip. The room rests at the end of a long hallway with no other entrances or exits. The only doorway to the outside was located at the end of the hallway and was guarded by the one, Joel Miller. You continued to wrestle with sleep as you lay uncomfortably in your sleeping bag. You have now spent hours staring at the plant infested ceiling. Ellie, luckily, rests peacefully at your side. She felt safe enough to put earbuds in to help her sleep. Another thing of hers to be jealous of.

After a few hours, you decide that it will most likely be impossible for you to sleep tonight. You quietly stand and put your pajama shorts over your undies. You open the door into the hallway. It's long corridor was scarier at night. You pull your flashlight from your pocket. Clicking it on, you remind yourself that the only door is at the very front. You would undeniably see if anyone entered the dark hallway with you.

As you reach the end of the hall, you begin to hear quiet moans coming from the other side of the door. Your mind quickly rushes to the thought of a runner making their way inside. But once you hear slight heavy breathing and groans, you immediately recognize that the sounds were coming from Joel. Excitement bursts through your chest as you press your ear against the door. You could not have imagined a better sound escaping his lips. His groans sound so sweet, so supple. You wish you could be the reason they fall from his lips.

You nervously turn back to see that the door at the other end of the lengthy hallway remained close. There was no way anyone would be able to hear at the other end. Not unless they were right where you were standing. With a smile, you hear his breathing louden. You wish you could see him. See his brows pulling together as his mouth hangs open. You wish you could watch him stroking himself. You would bet on your life that his cock was large and girthy. You have been stealing glances of it beneath his tight jeans.

Your mouth starts to water as you hear his moans grow louder. It takes all your strength and will not to burst through the doorway and beg him to let you help. God, would you absolutely beg for that man - without question. You wonder who's on his mind. Who could possibly be the lucky person whom he is wanking off to? Your legs feel weak. You actually contemplate sitting down and playing with yourself alongside his intoxicating moans.

“Oh, Rita,” you hear fall from his mumbling lips. Your entire body lights up with pleasure. He is thinking about you… Your legs buckle beneath you as you struggle to stay standing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear escape his lips. He must be close. You swear you can hear the slapping against his skin. All your blood rushes towards your clit. You want him - bad.

Out of no where, Joel stops. You hear a sound of frustration but remain curious. Was he edging himself? Shit. Why is that even hotter? you think to yourself. His moans slowly start again. Your mouth hangs open as you tighten your knees together. The friction feels good but it’s definitely not enough. You wish you could touch him. You wish he would be muttering your name as your hand strokes his dick. You wish his big hands could hold your head down as you take all of him in your mouth.

Almost as though you two were connected, Joel’s moans started to repeat more and more. His breathing heavies as your knees tighten harsher and harsher against themselves. Your clit now pulsating, desperate for stimulation. You cover your mouth, hoping your own gasping breaths were not loud enough to hear in the other room.

His voice strains as he gets closer and closer. He mumbles again, “Yes, Rita.” Shit, why aren’t you already in there? Your entire body is on fire but, oh, so nervous. You hear his skin slapping against each other. His moans growing louder. You hear a bump against the wall. His voice begins to break. God, he’s so fucking close.

“Oh baby just like that,” Joel whines. “Cum for me,” you whisper on repeat. Then silence fills the air. You worry if he might have heard you. You’re sure that him catching you listening in is so much worse than you catching him jacking off. “Damn it,” he yells softly with a grunt. That’s when you realize he isn’t edging on purpose. It seems like he can’t get past that final push. To release all that pent up energy.

You could help him. You know you want to. It’s the right thing to do. He must be in so much pain - all swollen down there, thinking about you. You would be helping him. You are so selfless. With a deep breath for courage, you quickly knock and open the door.

You spot Joel in his jean shirt. His legs are spread wide while he sits, bare, on the couch. His pants wrapped around his ankles as he holds his lengthy cock in one hand. His head rests back onto his other. As he hears the door creak open, he nervously grabs hold of a pillow and covers himself. You have never once seen shock and worry on the man’s face until now.

“Shit,” he yells as he scrambles to cover himself. You play dumb, covering your gaping mouth with your hand. “I’m so sorry Joel,” you whisper. “I-I thought I heard my name so I came out here,” you slyly taunt as you end with a smirk. Joel’s usual annoyed face returns as he realizes you know the truth. “Why didn’t you just come get me?” you ask innocently as you sit on the arm rest of his couch.

Joel watches you in confusion as he recognizes your advances. “I shouldn’t have done this, I’m-” he starts. You swiftly interrupt, “No need for apologies. I’m just confused is all.” You gracefully fall beside him. Your bare thigh touching his. The tips of your fingers dance atop his thigh. His grip onto the pillow covering his unit grows tighter by the second. “I thought you didn’t care about me,” you whisper as you lean closer to his face. You are now still, a few inches from his face.

"We don't have to do this," Joel mutters. His teeth locked as he watches you. He must think he's in danger. No, its quite the opposite. "Do what, Joel?" you ask as you pull away from him. You note a chair across from him. His backpack is sprawled over it. You carefully carry the backpack and place it closer to him. To show him that you are not something to be scared of. You then turn to sit in the chair. Your legs spread open as you bite your lip. Your eyes rake over the vulnerable man in front of you.

Joel watches you. He takes in shaky breaths. It is almost as though he is more nervous, now that he understands your intent. "Don't stop on my accord," you say as you gesture towards him. You slowly cross your leg over the other, batting him off with your eye lashes. You gently laugh as you watch him sit still, uncomfortable. "Oh, I get it," you murmur with a nod. "You need help." You watch your shoulder as you slowly push your spaghetti strap off it. You do the same with the other side. When you look back at him, a smirk is shown across your face.

His eyes are darker than normal. He still holds the pillow firmly against the skin between his legs. "Don't stop, Miller," you whisper as you slowly pull your shirt up. You expose your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden. He involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes grow full of wonder. With that, he gradually pulls the cover off and shows his enormous cock. You start salivating. Fuck, you knew it would be big.

Joel's thumb starts to move slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes now fully on you. No pulling away this time. Pleasure fills your chest as you raise your chin and open your mouth. You lick your lips, hell-bent on tasting him. He starts to smile between soft moans. His rubbing becoming quicker as your hands calmly travel up your stomach and to your tits.

His breathing shakes harder as your fingers circle your nipples. Your tongue resting gently against your bottom lip. He loves it. His moans become louder as he watches you. "Oh baby," escapes his lips as he watches your sensual movements. "The name's y/n," you whisper. You smile at the shock spreading across his face. "I want to make sure you're moaning the right girl's name this time."

"Your name's y/n," Joel mutters under his breath. His movements stop as he watches you gradually open your legs. Your shorts clearly expose your inner thighs. It shows enough to give him the slightest sneak peek. "And your name is Joel," you coo. “Does that change anything?” He scoffs. A smile spreads across his face. First time you’ve seen it and shit is it beautiful. “Not a single thing,” he mutters. “Then rub one out for me, daddy,” you whisper as your hand travels down your stomach and atop your shorts.

Joel presses his tongue against his cheek as his smile grows larger. His hand starts to rub against his hardened cock. His fingers wrapped around his girth. You bite your lip. You wish it was your hand, but you are not giving up control. “Yeah, start slow,” you murmur as you adjust in your seat. His eyes track you. His eye line at your lips, waiting for the words to just flow out.

His breathing intensifies as he drops his jaw in excitement. “Ooo, just like that,” you whisper as you try to maintain deep breaths. Your clit begins to pulsate. Begging you to jump atop of him. “What next, y/n?” he asks with a gaping mouth. He fully enunciates your name with a smirk at the end. You laugh as your brows bounce. “Hm,” you think aloud. Your finger tapping against your chin. “Have your other hand play with your balls.”

Joel’s brow raises as he’s slightly taken aback. “Don’t make me say it twice,” you playfully seethe through your teeth. He sighs with a smile as his other hand moves from atop his thigh. He cups his balls slowly. A thumb rubbing between them. You suck in a deep breath as you adjust again in your sit. You can’t get comfortable. Your body screams that the only seat you want is on his lap.

His lower jaw keeps moving as deep breaths fall from his lips. “Shit,” he breathes. His eyes close ever so slightly. “Mmm’such a good boy,” you whisper. “Let me hear you.” He gasps as the muscles in his legs begin to tighten. He lets out a low moan. One so deep your entire body shakes. You let out a hesitant breath as your hand covers your mouth. You are trying so hard to keep in control, to be the dominant one - but shit did you want him to wreck your pussy so badly.

“I know you can moan louder than that,” you murmur with a grin. Joel softly laughs and quickens his movements. His breath is fast. His eyes closed. He sits up straighter. His hand slaps against his skin. You spot precum falling from his tip. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. His head starts to fall back. It rests against the wall. He moves faster and faster. You squeeze your thighs together, holding your breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines. You could just about faint. “God, you’re going to make me cum, y/n.” You dig your nails into your thighs. You want nothing more than to see this gorgeous man cum all over himself. “Cum for me, Joel,” you whisper in excitement. Your entire body feels on fire. Goosebumps travel throughout your skin. “I want your big cock deep inside me, Joel. Please cum for me,” you gripe in an innocent voice.

“Oh, fuck,” Joel moans as his brows pull together. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter than before. You hear his voice raise in pitch. Higher and higher as his body moves faster and faster. You note him thrusting into his own hand. He looks so strong. He would feel so good thrusting inside of you. Finally, his breathing fastens and he starts to moan louder than before.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, y/n,” he whisper yells as his body tenses up. You immediately rush in front of him. You sit on your knees as you watch the show, up close and personal. Beads of cum stream down his elongated cock as he strokes firmly. You place much effort in keeping your hands to your sides. You watch as his breaths begin to slow.

“Fuck, Joel,” you say breathless. His eyes start to open. He lets out a gentle laugh through his smiling face. You crawl between his legs. His smile quickly falling as he curiously watches you. There you sit, his softened unit before you. “Your turn to help me, Miller,” you say as you bite your lips. His smile re-emerges as his hand pushes your shoulder back towards the ground. His body slides over you until his face hovers above yours. “Yes, ma’am,” Joel whispers as he plants a kiss on your lips so hard, yet so soft, that you completely fall head over heels for the man.

note: whatcha think? joel screams sub and fuck do i love it. also episode 3?? can someone just cry with me about that real quick? shall there be a part two? 🤫

*edit: there shall be & here it is

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shortpplfedup · 11 months

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 12

And that's all she wrote friends! And how she wrote it was...weird? The show definitely pulled some punches at the end there, trying to thread a needle and ending instead in a kind of wishy-washy damp squib. The couples landed up right, but in the wrong way? Guu mai chorp. But these hoes still need their final sorting. Nick led the pack going into the finale, will he end up on top at the end? Only the mains this week in my final rankings, but first...

⭐A1. FUCKIN' MIX!

Then…can I be your friend too?

I'm sorry I can't hear y'all over my screams at the MESS Minx Mix looks set to cause. That man is too pretty to be allowed in public. I WANT IT JOJO, I WANT IT NOW!

🔻🔻🔻Z∞. Boeing (8)

I just happen to want something strong tonight.

In the end, Boeing is just a lonelyboy like all the rest of them, which is fine, but he also just...disappears after the Ray/Mew Voltron vanquishes him and he gets a consolation makeout from Boston, which is not. Anyway, Mond is a good actor, also he's hot and got to kiss a bunch of boys, so winning.

Top tier show sidepieces: Yo, Plug, Summer, Freddie Mercury 2, Sand's Mom, Ray's Dad, Daddy Dan, April, Mew's Moms (barely)

These characters were mostly on the side of the angels, and I thank them for their service.

Bottom bitches: Cheum, Atom, Gap

Yeah they apologised, but fuck em.

Onto our main six!

🔺1. Boston (2)

I'm friendless.

In the end, Boston's at the top of my mains pile, because MY MANS DESERVED BETTER. Not in terms of Nick, I think that actually ended the absolute best way: Boston made his case, Nick made his decision, and they parted more or less as friends (and I loved absolutely every conversation those two had in this episode). No I mean in terms of his shitty friends, especially MEW. Cheum at least apologised, even if perfunctorily, and he apologised for sleeping with Atom (yeah, he really shouldn't have done that). He and Ray let the water wash under their particular bridge, and seem set to be cool. They never really had much in the way of beef to be fair. But Mew...actually you know what, good. Some people you don't need to be friends with, especially people who are gonna judge you and try to make you feel shitty about yourself. The narrative leaves Boston literally alone at the end though, legit the last time we see him is sitting on the curb with tears in his eyes as Nick walks away. Thanks, I hate it. I hope New York is better to Boston, and I hope he continues to learn and grow and tackle those impulse control problems.

🔻2. Nick (1)

You should go back to living a fun and sassy life that you prefer instead of trying to please a daydreaming guy like me.

YOU COULD HAVE ACCEPTED THE GODDAMN PHOTO NICKYBOY. I mean I get why not, but justice for my mans. Anyway, Nick's legit my second fave main here, as he grapples with the in-your-face realities of Boston's separation of love and sex, and decides he can't handle it. And that's good, that he loves Boston enough not to judge him, and loves himself enough not to put himself through something he knows he doesn't want. Every single choice and every conversation these two have had since Nick apologised has been nothing less than stellar, and that's because Nick took accountability and chose honesty. Well done baby boy.

🔺3. Sand (5)

You're right. When I love someone, I become a dog. But at least my owner loves me.

Pathetic to the very end, consistency thy name is Sand. He could have at least thrown his bussy into that threesome, but nooooooo, he got jealous IN TWO DIRECTIONS AT ONCE 🤣. He's fine with both boys slangin the dick his way, but calls a halt when they leave him out? Sir that's when you stand back and admire. Sand's pick-me ass ain't never gonna be my absolute fave, but his self-awareness and humiliation kink work together to be kind of endearing in a guileless sort of way, and at least he's learned to take the money if he's going to accept the ownership. It's sweet in a weird kink way. Also, his and Nick's loser friendship pushes him several points higher up the scale. There's growth and acceptance there, and he's 21 so I'll let him have it.

🔺4. Ray (7)

You still love him so I dragged him here for you. But I wanted to join just a little.

Well when he's not drunk night and day Ray's still a rich asshole, but he's a ton more fun. I love that he knows the kids at community service don't like him🤣. I spot rehab therapy working on him a bit. That threesome set up was WILD, and I personally had a good time with it, but it's probably best that it led to talking rather than fucking. Ray's got a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG way to go, but at least he treats Boston like a human being (I AM SO BITTER AND I'M NOT GETTING OVER IT). He's never gonna clock Mew's shittiness (BITTERNESS ACCELERATING) but you win some, you lose some. By the way sir, don't listen to Sand, he absolutely will be your sugar baby if you beg a little.

🔻5. Top (4)

Because I have you, everything is fine.

Top's smugness was the single most genuine thing about him, so I actually quite enjoyed watching him be a smug motherfucker this ep as he gets everything he thinks he wants. You know what I enjoyed more though? Watching his soul leave his body when Minx!Mix walked into the hostel and laser-targeted Mew. Mew putting Top through hell is legit my favourite flavour of their weird little fucked up relationship, and I'm sorry I won't get to see Mew eventually fall for Mix (you KNOW he wants to top somebody, YOU KNOW IT) and Top cry about it while he screws a bellboy in a service closet.

🔹6. Mew (6)

Are you about to say "But you're my last, Mew"? If so, I'm going to go puke in the bathroom.

OK, that line was funny, but jeez what a prig. What a sanctimonious nag. What a judgy little hypocrite. In his own conception he 'won' but Mew's the biggest loser in my heart. No he didn't have to forgive Boston, but come on, he could've kept it cute OR kept it moving full speed instead of the fake nicey nicey only to stick the knife in after. It's good that he walks away from Boston in the end, because with friends like Mew you don't need enemies. He makes Ray worse. And he and Cheum form the feedback loop from hell. Bookie sold the fuck out of this character, I have nothing but praise for him, but Mew is the living worst. I won't mention the character he reminds me most of in all of fiction, but if you're a certain age and you think about it a little, you can probably guess.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

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sinsandsuccubus · 1 year

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SUNDAY NIGHT - Jack Harlow

Context: “Somethin tell me that a relapse comin.”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2.2k+

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Ex!Fem!Reader

Warnings: n/a

a/n: Okay, so this concept was based on a story post written by the wonderful @lcandothisallday , called “Promises”, which I have linked at the bottom of this post. Thank you so much for allowing me to recreate your story, I greatly appreciate it.

Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I kept disassociating when I was reading this back over.

Masterlist ☽☾

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Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

It was like high-school all over again. Seeing the school in similar shape as it was when you left brought back nostalgic memories. They had painted the lockers and had given the cafeteria and auditorium, as well as the gym, new looks. Of course, new desks were due, and better spirit and decor were all over the place, but overall? The place was a mirror image of memories. You traced the painted gaps of the brick walls with your finger, getting that same smooth feeling on the tip of your finger. Just as you were rounding the corner to the main hallway, you ran directly into a friend.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice speak, their hands landing on your shoulders to steady you. You looked up at the individual only to see someone you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Well, you’d seen, but not actually seen.

“Urban?” You exclaimed, almost jumping into his arms when he nodded his head.

“Holy shit! It’s so good to see you! You look gorgeous, as always.” He spoke, embracing your body in a tight hug. The black, thin-strapped dress that adorned your body as well as the matching black Louis Vuitton pumps and small diamond necklace. A beautiful tennis bracelet sat on your wrist, your hair styled to perfection, almost looking like you walked fresh off the runway.

You had made a name for yourself in your career field, which had put you in a pretty stable financial bracket.

Besides, it was always best to one-up the hoes of your old high-school at your reunion.

Especially since the Jack Harlow was in attendance.

You reflected back on those days when you both were smitten with each other, two teenagers in love. You, actually, often reflect back on it every time he posts on Instagram.

Not that you follow him on Instagram or anything.

No, you totally only see him through Urban’s account, which tags his account in things.

Right.

You and Jack had broken up shortly before his debut album, That’s What They All Say, Jack allowing the fame to take over his personal life and relationships. At least, that’s how you see things.

“Y/N, I swear it means nothing. You know that you’re everything to me, it’s all a part of the game baby. I’ve gotta remain a heartthrob for all the fans.”

“But you had to say you were single during that interview?! You couldn’t have diverted the question? Gave a different answer?”

“Like what Y/N?!”

“Oh, I don’t know Jack. Maybe ‘That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.’ Or, or! ‘I’ll leave it up to y’all to think and decide the answer.’ Anything that didn’t scream “Hey, I’m totally single and out for grabs.”

“You know that’s not it works baby. I have to follow a script.”

“Yeah, and I have to follow my gut.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to break up.”

Sure, you had broken it off, but if Jack hadn’t played the part, you’d still be together.

Maybe.

“Yeah, and you still smell like weed Urban.”

“Seriously, it’s that bad? I thought that cologne I bought would hide the smell good enough.” He pulled up the collar of his shirt to smell himself, looking around the hallway you two were standing lone in. You laughed at his jester, slapping his shoulder.

“I swear you don’t change.”

“And neither do you Y/N.” He looked around again. “I swear Jack was just around here, he’ll be happy to see you.”

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

“Come on Y/N, don’t think like that.”

“Urban, how can I not? I broke up with him when he needed me.”

“Y/N, you and I both know that wasn’t the case. You got out before the fame got to him, which I don’t blame you for. It’s a little too much for me sometimes if you really wanna ask.” He put a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down to rest on your bicep.

“Look, 2fo and the rest of the guys are throwing an after-party after the reunion and I want you to come.”

“Urban, I don’t-“

“Don’t worry about Jack, don’t come for him. Come for me.” He looked you in the eyes, firm in his word.

“Fine. Only for you Urby.”

“I love it when you call me that.”

It was a house party. Urban had let you know before he gave you the address, and you thought it was a good idea to make a pit stop home to change the look.

Designer heels at a house party? In the backyard? Not a good idea.

Urban greeted you at the door and handed you a wine cooler, guiding you to the backyard where everyone surrounded the fire pit.

“Are there marshmallows?” You asked Urban, whispering in his ear.

“Yup. Some of the chocolate is infused though.”

“Of course it is.” You and Urban laughed before catching the eyes of a few of some other people.

“Y/N! Whatcha doin here?!” 2fo ran up and gave you a hug, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Urban invited me, figured I’d stop in.”

“Stop in? You’re staying. Come sit with us by the fire.” 2fo practically dragged you towards the pit, plopping you down in one of the free seats.

“Yo Y/N, how’s it going? How’s life?” Copelean spoke, giving you a fist bump as you set next to him. Sunni tipped his hat, proceeding to continue roasting his marshmallows.

“Pretty damn good. I made a name for myself after I graduated uni, I flew in just for the reunion.”

“How long are you here for?” 2fo asked, taking a hit off the blunt Urban passed.

“Another two days. I’m catching up with a couple of my girlfriends before heading back out.”

“And you weren’t gonna stop by?”

“I didn’t think Jack would like that.”

The area got silent, tension slowly filling the area. Before Sunni cut it with a knife.

“Y/N, I don’t think it was your fault at all. Yeah, you broke up with him, but you wanted out before the fame.” He spoke, taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah, and I can respect that. You never seemed like the type to be attracted to the spotlight. I remember when you got published for an article and you wanted to be published as “anonymous”. Cope spoke, laughing as he passed the blunt back to Urban.

“Listen, I was embarrassed-“

“It was good work.”

“Never said it wasn’t. I just didn’t want everyone to know it was me who wrote that long-ass paper.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Either way, I don’t blame you. We all don’t. We just wish you would have stayed in touch with us at least.”

You nodded your head at all of them, them smiling in return.

“Well. Enough of that! Pass me a s’more, without the special chocolate.” Everyone laughed, Urban passing you the unopened bar of Hersey chocolate. An hour passed as you caught up with them all, sharing stories.

“Yeah, so then he thinks it’s a great idea to race with no shoes on in the dorm lobby. So then, as he rounds the corner, he slips and slides smack into the pole. That’s when I learned he was a lightweight.” Everyone laughed at your story, Urban turning his head as a figure appeared.

“Hey, every- Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jack spoke, his voice changing from happy to annoyed. You stood up, turning to face your ex.

“Nice to see you too Jack.” You folded your arms over your chest, Urban placing an arm over your shoulder as he stood.

“I invited her. It’s been a while since we’ve all seen her, I thought it would be good to catch up.”

“Yeah, without telling me. I greatly appreciate it.”

“Not everything is about you Jack.”

“No, it’s not. But I would have appreciated it if someone had told me my ex was coming.” Once again, it was silent.

“I texted you.” Urban spoke, eyeing Jack with narrow eyes.

“Yeah well, I obviously didn’t see it.”

“Yeah, and I obviously shouldn’t be here. If you’re gonna act like that.” You spoke, grabbing a napkin to wipe your hands of the remaining s’more.

“Y/N, don’t go.” Sunni spoke, now sitting up in his lawn chair.

“Actually, I think it’s a good idea.” Jack spoke, making your eyes widen.

“Okay, I get it, you’re hurt by me breaking up with you, but I’d expect you to be more mature than to hold grudges Jack.”

“Yeah, well, you thought wrong. How did you think I would react after you left me?”

“And how did you think I felt when you went on that interview?”

“You’re still on that?” Jack sighed.

“Yes, Jack! I am because that’s the main reason we broke up! I couldn’t live like that knowing I was your dirty little secret.”

“Yeah, well maybe I should have stayed single. Wouldn’t have to deal with you bitchin'.”

You stared at Jack in silence, tension higher than before. You clenched your fist, close to slapping him across the face.

“Say that one more time, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, maybe I should have stay-“

“That’s enough Jack.” Urban spoke sternly, dropping his arm from your shoulders to look at him.

“What? Y’all act like she didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Because she didn’t. We all saw how you acted during that interview, and we all can see how your fans are with you now. Y/N’s not cut out for that, and you know it.” Copelean stood up, moving to stand next to you.

“Damn, so y’all really gonna do me like that?” Jack spoke, glaring at his friends.

“Don’t worry about it guys. I’ll take my leave.” You spoke firmly, spinning around and heading for the patio doors.

“Y/N, wait!” You threw your hand up in response, grabbing the keys to your car off the counter, all the while Urban took to Jack.

“Are you fucking serious dude? You couldn’t have been more of an ass?”

“What? Y’all seriously thought I’d be okay with my ex at my party? Especially that ex.”

“Look, we get it, she broke your heart, but think about it Jack. How would you feel if she went on an interview claiming she was single for the world to see?” Sunni questioned, now folding his arms now his chest.

“I would say it’s for the business.”

“Bullshit. You were furious when Jason Rudolph asked her to prom. And she rejected him right in front of you.” 2fo spoke, raising an eyebrow.

“Face it Jack, you’re upset because you let a good one get away.” Urban spoke, angrily.

“You don’t get.”

“Oh no, I think I do get it. But what you don’t see is the other side. Y/N is my friend too. I was there when she cried after she broke it off. I was there when she felt guilty about it. I was there those nights she texted you and you never responded. And I was there when she decided to move so she wouldn’t have the reminder of you constantly there. You don’t know how bad she felt. She did it to protect herself. You can’t blame her for that.”

Jack was silent. He was taking in all of the opinions of his friends. And truthfully, he believed it. He knew he was in the wrong. He truly hadn’t looked at the other side. And truthfully, he would have done the same.

You had began to start your driving playlist before Jack appeared at your window, scaring you before you chose to roll it down.

“Yes Jack?”

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said out there. I was out of line.” He moved as you stepped out of your car, looking him dead in his face as he spoke.

“I get what you did, why you did it. I understand why you broke up with me. You were only protecting yourself, putting yourself first, and I honestly don’t blame you for it. Now that I see it, I would have done the same.”

You looked at your ex, his curls shining in the, now, moonlight of the night. His crystal blue eyes stared into yours, sending shivers down your spine. Yet you stood firm in your word.

“I’m not stupid Jack. I know you probably listened to what the guys said and brought yourself out here to apologize.” You making air quotes around the apologize.

“Y/N..”

“I get it. I get it why you’re upset. I broke your heart. Trust me, I understand. But what you don’t understand is that I broke my own as well. I wanted to be with you, I wanted to see you succeed. I wanted to be there when you made it big, don’t you get that? But that interview was just a preview of what our lives could look like if we stayed together. And I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to put myself in that position. Can you seriously hate me that much because I needed to put myself first?” You paused as you looked at him, waiting for him to say anything, anything at all.

But it was silent.

“Exactly what I thought.” You opened your car door, lowering yourself into the vehicle.

“I hope everything goes well for you Jack. And good luck with your new album.” And with that, you sped off into the night, tears in your eyes.

Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow scenario #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow au #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic

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morallygreyyn · 2 years

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(same anon that sent the crewel ask <33)

CREWEL WOULD ABSOLUTELY DESIGN CLOTHES FOR U TO WEAR AND WOULD LITERALLY BEAM WITH PRIDE AND SMUGNESS ONCE HE SEES U WEARING SMTH HE DESIGNED

he likes it when u bring him lunch and would go 🙄🙄 whenever his students would see and make a fuss but i think deep down he'd like it like yeah my s/o loves me sm and is the best u wish u were me hoe

yk that thing that went on during valentines? like wearing clothes with a certain color that showed ur standing in ur love life? so when a class event was held on that day and the students and even the teachers would wear outfits that had a distinct color code that corresponded to their love life, like:

green - fuck couples

pink - someone's sure thing (sure thing is a slang in my country that basically means that you are that person's one and only, you chose them, they chose you.)

blue - just got broken up with

purple - single not ready to mingle

stuff like that AND CREWEL WOULD WEAR THE COLOR CODING THAT HAD THE SAPPIEST MEANING OR JUST MEANT THAT HE FOUND THE ONE

crewel would silently get giddy when, after ending his class, his s/o would be waiting for him outside the classroom or school

he'd also make u his designated driver bc he thinks u looked hot while driving

crewel @ crowly (smugly): https://www.tiktok.com/@mattheperson/video/7084723341214485806?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7172881399262758401

YOU ARE THE BEST PERSON EVER FOR SENDING ME THESE ILY I AM LIVING I HAVE BEEN REVIVED

imma tackle these one by one bc biittcchh i have tHOUGHTS

your entire wardrobe would be FILLED with clothes that he personally designed, made with the finest fabric known to man and crafted to fit your body utter perfection. it's a way crewel shows his love and if you think he's gonna let his alpha wear rags you can think again

i can just hear the students whistling, snickering and passing comments and while crewel swiftly silences them, but deep down he’s so so happy and he loves showing off how perfect his alpha is

i actually had no idea about this colour thing for vday but you best believe crewel had designed and created the most exquisite pink attire (based on the colour descriptions you sent) and is practically strutting around the school for the entire day looking like a full blown model and proudly flaunting the colour in front of the other staff members mainly trein, i can see him loving to show off in front of trein for some reason lol

he also makes sure you were wearing pink too bc i can imagine him throwing a sophisticated tantrum if you didn’t or if you forgot

please if this man saw you leaning against the wall outside his class waiting for him it would take everything in him not to sprint to your side. instead crewel keeps a cool demeanour and strides over, asking if you didn't have anything better to do and if you reply with something cheesy like there was nothing better than him or nothing better than doing him crewel would absolutely be screaming on the inside

CREWEL IS 100000% A PASSENGER PRINCESS AND WILL USE YOU AS HIS CHAUFFEUR - IF YOU EVER EXPECT HIM TO DRIVE THEN DON'T

he has many reasons for not wanting to drive when you can do it for him, the main one being that you look ridiculously hot and he loves to watch you

and when you put your hand on his thigh, or on the back of his seat when you reverse

oof

you better expect to be spending quite a significant portion of that evening in the bedroom when you get home if you make it that far - it didn't take you long to catch onto this and now barely a car journey passes without you doing this

THAT TIKTOK HAD ME DEAD YOU READ MY MIND

when you get engaged there isn't a moment that passes where crewel doesn't find an opportunity to flash his very expensive ring or bring up the engagement or how his wedding is going to be the most grand occasion that all the queens in history would be jealous of

i can imagine you going somewhere on one of your days off and you're trying to take a picture of the scenery and crewel would just shove his hand with the ring in the way so that's all you can capture instead

"my love, as beautiful as your hand is, i would like a picture of this sunset"

"how else will people know we're engaged?"

"i think the fifty times you mentioned it during lunch was adequate"

*cue crewel's really smug face* "trein was jealous, his eyes could barely leave my ring"

"that's because you shoved it under his nose, my dear"

#the way im so obsessed #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #crewel x reader #twisted wonderland crewel #professor crewel #twst crewel #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland divus #twst divus #divus x reader #divus crewel

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eldritchsun · 10 months

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I found my Realm Of the Elderlings opinions in my diary and I still stand by them almost 5 years later

first entry and it's already terminal :

aug 30 2018

OHHHHH my god fitzchivalry YOU ARE THE REAL FOOL

i am so fucking done with this ABSOLUTE dumbass i can’t deal. the farseer books got me fucked up. he is SO stupid sometimes!! [ranting in french] fitz you are so self absorbed!!!! you really are just furious because u love the bastard. i swear to god fitzchivalry, just square the fuck up i’m teleporting to les six duchets just to shake you a lil

sep 26 2018

My ass is losing it reading The Liveship Traders!!!

Altheaaaaaa!! Mrs Hobb I BEG you!! We’ve suffered enough with One Dumbass Teenager! Fitzchilvary growing up is enough Pure Dumbassery-driven decision making for the next ten years of my life, and that’s from someone who’s still running on dumbassery themselves!!

The worst of it is... rn I’m like Althea... hoe plz... stop... but I can feel it. This is how Fitz got me... is this a stupid teenager with Big Problems who’s gonna grow through and despite them? What is this within my heart?

And Robin Hobb bursts through my door, my beating heart in her hands, slams it on the table and bellows “ITS THE SEEDS OF LOVE”

oct 19 2018

Kennit “[wintro's french name] is beautiful” Pirate King

Hobbs recurring gay themes r so ??? To me but at the same time bring me so much joy lol

Canon nonbinary Annoyance Fool “in love with Fitzchilvary” Prophet

Althea “drag king” Vestrit and lesbian/bi girl solidarity friendship with amber.

Malta “Homophobic Queen” Havre.

And now, absolute legend kennit “surcoure do you love me” pirate king. I know one gay couple is actually endgame over the course of Hobbs books [ndlr i don't remember wtf i was talking about] and I’m thinking it might be this one. I mean, it’s not great hashtag representation but it’s great story telling!

Sweet monk Wintrow with dumbass pirate kennit? Who’s completely and irrevocably in love and admiration for him?

This idiot of a kennit is literally constantly like [french ranting about kennit etta hate and wintrow love]

Lol kennit mate come out

however the next entry doesn't make much sense but features the sentences "kennit thinks he’s so smart!! Fuck you, half a pirate!!!" (the title of the entry (oct 26 2018) is "kennit bitchass of the century" so clearly he fell out of favour)

nov 26 2018

Literally in ROTE if I was there for one of Ambers prophecies I would legit be like... ok sis... wig?

nov 30 2018

Checked the notes on that women writers rec list and several other people already wrote “this is Robin Hobb erasure” in those exact words :’)

So in honour of this hivemind I must say : I am having the time of my life with the Liveship Traders, excites rant with (huge) spoilers ahead :

I am at that point where Kennit is about to get absolutely WRECKED and I swear to god it feels so satisfying. The character arc and development for every single character in these books is pure mastery. In the case of Kennit you really go from “what a despicable man he really just has luck on his side” to “well I guess even if he did good accidentally he still did good... I almost love this Awful Imbecile” and finish straight into “OH!! NEVERMIND he really was a despicable man the whole time!!!”, a pit of disgust right on time where the whole story is setting up to absolutely destroy him. Kennit is a great example of how “does the right thing for the wrong reasons” is not equivalent in terms of ethics as “does the right thing for the right reasons”. But to quote a great thinker “they really had us in that first half I’m not gonna lie!”

What I really like in these books is that the centristTM opinions of certain main characters are not automatically & heavily presented as the right ones. I am still cackling at Hiémain’s “but they didn’t deserve to die!!” bullshit not being put on a pedestal. Ms Hobb did that! Her mind! Also the Vestrit family not being given an (entirely, let’s be real) free pass for not standing up to Kyle and letting Vivacia happen. The main characters, the actual heroes try to pass off responsibility for bad things and in most media it’s like “but they didn’t directly kill someone with their own hands so aren’t they kinda innocent?”

and then it skips to a single entry line (dec 3 2018) "reyn khuprus is a massive idiot" :')

dec 12 2018

Fitz I missed u so much

I have not seen this boy for 9 books and this hoe is worried abt being ugly, please never change boo

dec 14 2018

Fitz and the fool interacting is genuinely maddening I’m just walking along like KISS! KISS! KISS!

Fitz you are an immense idiot and the smartest one of the bunch is the goddamn wolf.

Jan 8 2019

Ohhhh my goodness gracious

I have gone full baby on Dutiful, he is the sweetest most cute drama teen since Fitzchivalry himself. I love him with the force of an exploding sun. His interactions with every other character are both precious and absolutely hilarious. He’s got a great mini-me vibe going on with Fitz, wrapped in Hobbs usual delicious irony.

Also poor Dutiful so lonely and starving for warmth, human attention!! The bit where Fitz is like all them hoes been begging me for this for MONTHS but I just can’t say no to those baby blues. I was like congrats Dutiful you just got a dad! Free dad with your meal!

And the Fool interaction like Dutiful you lucky boy you! You went from zero dads to TWO! It’s buy one get one free.

This dad was kinda mean so I had to get another one to counter balance it.

Jan 15 2019

Fitzchilvary « Homophobia » Farseer

Fitz!!!!!!!! Fitz!!!!!!!! Robin Hobb I swear to god you better gay these boys up or i will see you in court

the latest entry is apparently post "the golden fool"

Jan 29 2019

BELOVED WENT HAND TO MOUUUUUUTH!!!!!!

I am absolutely losing it! hand to mouth hand to mouth !!! Fitz called him BELOVED!!!!!! YAS MF QUEEN! Icon! legend!

and if i remember rightly (which i don't, it was five years ago, i don't remember anything) i got real upset at queerbaiting and stopped reading. i like googled "are they actually gay" the answer came back hashtag no and i stopped reading out of disgust :/

#rote #fitzchivalry farseer #well i still love these books intently but i did get really cross at the time

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Harrison Wells (Flash) - Extra

Honestly, you should have known Cisco would not be very mature about the situation.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! A VAMPIRE!!”

Then he proceeded to burst into a fit of laughter. One show of Harry’s fangs and Cisco was silent for the rest of the conversation.

“I just need help making a cure. I have the main elements down, I’m just missing something.”

Barry studied the equation, so did Cisco, but neither of them seem to know what the right element was. Barry went through a series of options, each one Harry stated that he has already tried with no success. You were snacking on some gummies when you walked in and realized they had made no progress.

“It’s hopeless.” Cisco said defeatedly, slouched on a chair.

You nibbled on your gummy.

“I know I’m not a genius or anything, but have you guys tried blood?”

Barry sat upright, raising a brow.

“Blood?”

You nod.

“I know you’ve probably tested Harry’s blood to make an antidote, but what about a separate carrier? My blood has technically been exposed to the virus since he already bit me. But I’m not displaying the symptoms. That must mean I’m immune in some aspects. My blood also quenched his thirst for a while, so maybe it has a cure.”

Cisco practically leaped out of his chair and you could see the wheels turning in Harry’s head.

“You’re a genius (Y/N)!!” Cisco exclaimed.

“I try.” You boast.

For the remainder of the afternoon Caitlin, Barry and Cisco are busy at work with Harry. They finally seem to come to a consensus on the cure they’ve created.

“I hope this works.” Caitlin says.

She’s anxious, but Harry was adamant. So she injected him.

Waiting is the hard part.

It would take about an hour, then they could retest his blood to see if it actually worked. So for that time, Harry tries to stay busy. He’s once again moved to his space to seclude himself. You’re not about to let him worry alone. He doesn’t need to turn. You have a feeling he knows you're there at his door.

“Hiding again?”

“I’m not hiding.” He looks like he’s fixing something, or possibly trying to distract himself.

“So, you want to talk about what happened or are we just going to pretend that it didn’t.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. “ You frown.

“I took advantage of you in a time of weakness. If this works you won’t have to worry about that happening again. You won’t have to do me any favors.”

“Is that really what you think? That I was just doing you a favor?”

You can see his fist balled on the table.

“You said it yourself, we’re family. “

You scoff.

“Are you really putting me in the sister zone right now!”

Harry turns, and he looks annoyed.

“I know you were just doing what you did out of obligation. Sympathy. I’m not an idiot.”

You can’t believe he’s so dense.

“You must be an idiot if that’s what you think!!”

This is just like him. Making decisions all on his own.

“You think if Barry or Cisco had this issue I would freaking do that! Do I look like some kind of hoe!”

“Of course not I just-”

“You what!! Never considered that I might have actual feelings for you!”

He is silent, and you groan, running a hand over your face to calm down.

“Jeez Harry you might be a genius but you’re so stupid. I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for months!! I want to kiss you, hug you. Be there when you’re sad or frustrated or happy. I want every part of you. I want to be there when you’re gushing about Jesse’s accomplishments or boasting about your inventions. Gosh I want to fuck you senseless!!”

Maybe that last part was a little too honest and loud. You cover your cheeks, embarrassed.

“What the hell are you making me admit?”

You’re irritated that you’ve spilled so much.

He’s still standing there looking like a deer in headlights. You let out another sound of frustration, turning to leave. Harry beats you to it. He’s now standing in front of the door, closing it. You gulp at that look in his eyes. You forgot for a second that he still has those abilities.

“I crave you.” He confesses.

He takes a step toward you, and you can’t get your body to make a move.

“I was keeping my distance because when I came back, all I could think about was you. None of the others displayed signs of possessiveness or even a craving for blood. They all just got fevers. A natural reaction to a foreign substance in their bodies. But I..I was drawn to you. Your scent, your eyes, your lips..”

His words are making you a bit lightheaded.

“I convinced myself that you were merely doing me a service. That way if you decided that it was a mistake, neither of us would get hurt.”

You can understand that reasoning. He was protecting himself.

“I’m sorry that you felt like that was the only option. Maybe I should have told you how I felt sooner. Then you wouldn’t have to question if it was real. “ Harry shakes his head, gently taking your cheeks into his hands.

“I should have been upfront about everything. My sickness, my feelings. I promised myself after Jesse that I would not keep any secrets. I want to be true to that. I’ll try to be more honest. I promise.” The mere fact that he’s willing to try speaks volumes.

“I’ll do the same.” You bargain.

He smiles, leaving a kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away, you bite your lip.

“If we’re being honest..I..I kind of liked it when you bit me. I-It was like those silly stories you read about online.” Harry chuckles.

“The whole vampire trope is what does it for you huh?”

You giggle.

“I guess so.”

It’s nice to be able to speak with him like this. No barriers or walls keeping you apart.

“What do you like?”

You’re looking at him almost innocently. He’s a bit confused by the question.

“What do I like?” You nod, nibbling on your lower lip.

“Y-You know, what kind of stuff do you like?”

Oh.

His eyes run over your body. There are so many things that he likes about you. But that’s not what you’re asking. Not completely. He leans in, pressing a kiss right behind your ear. You shiver when his lips brush your skin.

“I liked when you were on top of me. Kissing me. Grinding into me.”

The visual makes you breathless.

Your eyes move to the timer he has set on his watch.

“We have twenty minutes.” you whisper.

He doesn’t need further encouragement.

~Twenty Minutes Later~

Barry, Cisco and Caitlin lift their heads when they hear the timer.

“The results are ready.” Caitlin looks over, but Harry isn’t there.

“Where did he go?” Cisco rolls his eyes.

“Probably moping in his room. Let’s go drag him out. With any luck (Y/N) is there trying to talk some sense into him. “ Cisco leads the way and Cailtin sends a smile at Barry. As annoyed as he’s acting, they know it comes from a caring place. The two were practically brothers. So they venture down to his room. As they get closer, Caitlin raises a brow when she hears a thud.

“Did you guys hear that?”

Barry nods.

They move closer, and the sound seems to echo. For a moment they all seem to shift to fighting mode. Ready for anything, but the voice on the other side of the room stops them.

“H-Harry..Oh shit! HARRY!”

Your screams of pleasure are hard to miss. Caitlin’s face turns beet red. Barry takes a much needed step back. Cisco’s jaw basically drops. There’s another crash from behind the door.

“What the hell are they doing in there?” Barry can’t help but ask, because a bang follows.

“Let’s get out of here. Last time I tried to help that shameless bastard.” Cisco is grumbling the entire way back, and they follow briskly.

He would come for the results when he was ready.

#harrison wells #vampires #humor #funny #care #Barry Allen #cisco ramon #caitlin #insecure #cures #love #harryxreader #feelings #mature #fluff

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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year

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Friendly Faces Everywhere

Codename Dovahkiin Part 2

Now that the Stick of Truth RPG is over it's time for N.K. to face the normal everyday life of South Park.

She should have known nothing in South Park is ever normal!

Day to day the craziness of this supposed quiet little mountain town she has to combat now.

Thank god, she has Tammy, Wendy, her boys, and her Social Media/Magical Girl Powers on her side.

This gonna be a wild ride!

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Chapter 9: Changes

The whole atmosphere in school sucks ass.

You wanna know why?

Jimmy Fallon ripped South Park as a whole a new imaginary asshole.

I know this from my parents who told me this at breakfast. Don’t get me wrong South Park is my home and I love a lot of these crazy ass citizens here, but I didn’t think that would hit all so much.

Even Tammy is just leaning with her head at her locker looking embarrassed down.

I purse my lips, fixing my backbag.

“You aren’t doing so hot, huh, Tam?”

“Hello N.K.”, she responds robotically. “How did it go with Heidi?”

“She broke up with me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m now together with Kenny.”

“That’s nice.”

“Someone put gum in your hair, Tammy.”

“How lovely.”

Annoyed I roll my eyes and give her a good shake.

“Earth to Tammy, join us back here. Don’t give a fuck what some dude on the television said.”

She looks at me with crazed eyes. Okay, I’m worried.

“You don’t understand, N.K., you aren’t full South Park.”

Dramatically she drapes herself over me, I hold and pet her head.

“All of America thinks now we are some stupid bigoted rednecks. All thanks to Mr. Garrison. It’s not fair! Not all are like him.”

“I know Tam, I know. Come let us go to our classroom. Don’t think so hard about it. It will stop as fast as it started.”

She mumbles something like she wants to have my confidence, while I drag her by her hand to our classroom.

On our way, I see Leo and Stan’s Gang standing in a circle looking depressed too.

My boys, besides Cartman, too?

“Well do you think it's true?”, asked Leo the other boys. “Do you think we're really bigoted country bumpkins?”

“No.”, disagress Fatass. “Hey, we are not bumpkins! Okay?! Kenny's a bumpkin!”

WHAT?!

“Well fuck you, dude!”, curse Kenny, at the same time I call: “Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that fatso! Like you are so well off!”

Surprised the boys turn to me and Tammy.

I probably look ready to swing, while Tammy just hangs on my arm.

“Boyfriend? Aren’t you with Heidi Turner, douchebag?”, wonders Cartman.

Tammy answer faster than me in an airy tone: “Heidi broke up with her, Kenny is now her beau. Why do we care about that when the whole world will think we are bumpkins!”

After this declaration from her, we all blink at Tammy.

“Tammy, are you okay?”, wants Leo to know, worried for her.

“I don’t know, are you guys?!”

“Can we please go back to how you and Heidi broke up and you are apparently dating Kenny now? How fast did this happen?”

“Oh is our little Kyle jealous? Sad that the thirsty hoe doesn’t want to suck your dick anymore?”

“GO AND DIE CARTMAN!”

“DON’T CALL MY GIRLFRIEND THIRSTY HOE FATASS OR I WILL BREAK YOUR BALLS!”

“I WILL MAKE OUT OF YOU SHISH KEBAB AND FEED IT TO THE WOLVES IN THE WOOD.”

“Lame. I made a dude eat his parents as chili.”

“WHAT?!”

“WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP!”, shouts Stan so loud at we all really stop.

Now we stare at him.

He is facepalming hard.

“So N.K. and Kenny are together, big deal. Not that we didn’t see this from a mile happening and Kyle don’t look at me like that! We should all hope together that someone can fix this mess of us been know as America’s biggest bumpkins.”

Well, I couldn’t care less, I don’t give a fuck what others thinks, but all my friends, my boyfriend, and Cartman nod.

The school bell sounds signaling it’s time to go to our classrooms.

Later, after a gruesome math class I get a message on my smartphone from Kyle.

It reads that he wants to talk to me and I should meet him at the Janitor’s closet where we had our…erm romantic moment.

I text Kenny this and tell Tammy she should grab us a table in the cafeteria before I make my way to the Janitor’s closet.

Kyle is already there waiting for me with crossed arms.

“So you choose Kenny?”, he doesn’t have time for pleasantries it seems.

I close the door behind me and sign.

“I wanted to be with Heidi and Kenny.”, I explain. “But Heidi didn’t want a polyamorous relationship so she broke up with me. So me and Kenny are dating but we are in an open relationship. Kyle if you want me as much as I want you, we can date.”

He purses his lips.

“But you would also date Kenny right?”

“Yes.”

“N.K. I know you are bi, but also polyamorous…are you sure you are this or only confused?”

“I take offense in this!”, I huff and put my hands on my hips. “I’m starting to accept this part of my sexuality too I don’t need your smartass! Do you think it’s easy to admit that?”

At least he has the gall to look ashamed and says sorry, he didn’t mean it like that.

I wave it away.

Kyle is also only ten. He may be much more mature than most of his classmates, but he isn’t like Kenny and me.

“N.K., I will be truthful to you, I like you a lot, but I don’t think I can handle you dating Kenny also.”

Yeah, I kinda had this feeling.

I try to keep my tears at bay as I tell him: “I love you, Kyle.”

The red-haired boy gasp surprised and turned adorable red.

“I love you so much, I really do. I want to be with you, but I understand you. I love Kenny also and I can’t break up with him for you. I will love you probaly for a long time and hope that one day you will maybe be part of our polycule. But I won’t force you. I will be happy as your friend also.”

With nothing more to say from me I leave the Janitor closet, leaving a pensive Kyle behind.

I meet Kenny halfway to the cafeteria.

He doesn’t need a word of me to give me a hug.

I may be taller than him, yet I feel so protected in his arms. It may sound weird but I feel like shadow tendrils also wrap around me to console me.

We stay like this for a few seconds, till I take his hand and lead him into the cafeteria.

You can’t have anything.

I learned that with Heidi.

The next days are wild.

Somehow the adults got the brilliant idea to turn Kenny’s house into the new artistic hotspot of South Park called SodoSoPa with lots of shops and restaurants.

I heard it from Kenny and saw it with my own eyes.

Currently, my boyfriend and his adorable sister are at my house.

Kenny take her to me because their father yelled at Karen for wanting ice cream and then about getting jobs and all that.

We three are sitting in my room having a Tea Party.

Kenny and I put even our Stick of Truth customs on and I gave Karen my old Cinderella costume when I was her age.

She is holding Ursa in her arms and gasps like a lady at my invented story/rumor.

“And my dears I’m not kidding you, I saw then the dashing lieutenant enter the home of the Lady Threebell!”

“Oh dear!”, gasped Karen, hugging Ursa.

Princess Kenny slaps a hand on her mouth and plays along: “Lady Threebell! Isn’t she seeing Mister James from the Newspaper?!”

“I know, it scandalous, absolute scandalous!”

We all sip our "tea" as if we have to calm down.

Suddenly we hear a knock on my door and Mamma peaks her head in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt my young ladies.”, she begins. “But dinner is ready would you like to eat with us, Kenny and Karen, dear?”

Karen looks with big eyes at her brother.

“Can we Kenny?”

I feel how Kenny wants to say no, for him it’s probaly charity, but I discreetly kick him lightly in the chin. As he looks at me offended I mouth do it for Karen she deserves a good meal, he knows he lost.

So we all follow my Mamma to the dinning table.

Papà is already there and helps each of us little ladies and Mamma to our sit.

We enjoy a nice dinner, Mamma bring even out ice cream and while my parents sit down on the couch to watch TV, we go back up my room.

Karen yawns cutely.

“Tired, Karen? Should we go home?”, ask Kenny her.

The little girl shakes her head and lay down on my bed.

“Can we stay for a while more, N.K.”, she begs me, yawing again. “Your house is so warm and smells nice and your mommy and daddy are nice.”

I totally ignore Kenny look, walking over my future sister-in-law, stroking her hair and cooing at her: “You can stay here as long as you want, Kare-Bear.”

I kiss her forehead, which makes her giggle, and hand her Ursa.

“Ursa tells me she so much wants to cuddle with you.”

She shouts happily kissing my Teddybear.

I turn to Kenny who frowns.

“Princess Kenny, a word.”

I wave him over out of my room.

Before he opens his mouth I stop him.

“Kenneth, I don’t want to hear anything about that you guys don’t need my hospitality. You are family and I will take care of you, basta!”

My boyfriend blinks and then signs.

“You would just drag my ass back here.”

“Yup.”

“Well, okay, we can’t stay for a while.”

“Good, I tell my parents you guys will be sleeping over!”

“WHAT? I didn’t-“

Too late, I’m faster and run down to tell my parents this. After they give me their okay, Kenny waits for me with crossed arms.

“You sneaky little brat.”

“Yeah, what you gonna do about that?”, I challenge him.

I get grabbed by my waist and a cheeky tongue wrestling with mine.

Kenny is such a damn good kisser. I will never get enough of it.

A while later, I can even manage to let them both take a bath in my house.

Karen was excited from alone, Kenny needed a bit of convincing.

So while Karen enjoyed her bath time, I put my mouth to good use and promised Kenny that we could bath together.

And with that ladies and gentlemen, I had him.

He never had seen me completely naked.

He very much wanted this, after I rilled him up.

So we put Karen, freshly washed and wearing one of my old P.J. in my bed and enjoyed our bath together.

Really, really enjoyed it.

It was difficult to keep quiet, not only because of Karen but also because of my parents.

They don’t know and will never know that I’m already…erm…well known in the physical aspects of a romantic relationship.

Mamma and Papà, mostly Papà, would probably faint knowing what I already did and do.

Anyways, Kenny and I look like raisins after our bath. We stayed longer in the water than planned.

I blame totally Kenny and his finger for it.

He isn’t only a good kisser, ladies and gentlemen.

Giggling like school girls we get dressed in P.J. and I compliment Kenny. He totally rocks my Hello Kitty P.J.

We step back into my room, where Karen is already asleep, and carefully get into the bed to not wake her up. She is between us.

Kenny hugs her to himself and she adorable grasps his clothes.

I wish I could make a photo.

We two whisper a bit with each other.

My boyfriend tells me that he wants to gif Karen a new doll and will search for a job to do so. I tell him what a good older brother he is and that he hopefully finds one.

As 10 year old you can’t do much.

Well, legal.

Illegal is something different.

Why I’m saying this?

Because the next day Kenny ends up working at City Wok with another seven children.

This means we can’t see each other a lot after school since he has to work. I’m okay with that, our love will not go away only because we can’t spend much time together. We still see each other at school and I phone him when I know he has a break.

In the end, Kenny manages to buy Karen her new doll and we get a Whole Foods.

The whole town makes even a commercial with it.

Well, all, but us Campo’s.

I never liked Whole Foods. I’m actually scared of this place.

Yes, I know it sounds strange, but I always freak out when we enter it in the past, so we started to avoid the Whole Foods.

My parents can be really awesome.

Anyway I watch how all enjoy the Whole Foods and I get this shiver, only this time I voice in my tells me to get ready.

But to get ready for what is the question?

I take my parent’s hands and we go home.

No, I better just stay away.

I don’t wanna be known as the girl who has a strange phobia of a supermarket.

Yeah, I know I sound a bit hypocritical since I always say I don’t care what people think, yet anyone has their exceptions.

Mine is to hide the fact I’m scared of a supermarket.

Even though it sounds so…stupid.

When we reach home there is surprisingly a letter for me.

Huh, I wonder who would write me?

With all my friends I have here and there in America, we mostly message each other by phone.

Meh, maybe someone wants to make me a surprise.

And it was really a surprise as I read the simple letter.

Be aware of the advertising my dear Dovahkiin…we will meet again soon.

Signed it was with a simple I.

Alarmed I look around.

It can only be Inquisitor!

But what the fuck does he mean by "advertising"?

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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Exactly! That's why I prefer original characters (and reader characters too). Because you can have diversified characters in your stories - like their appearance, personality, anything. It can be more interesting for characters to be like that. You're trying to make them more human for people to connect with in some way or another. But that's just me.

There are a lot of things I could do for female characters. Any females who have their own traits. Brains, brawn, brains and brawn. But that's depending on the characters I'm willing to create for that to happen... Like not all of the have to be fighters, but not all of them will be really be useless either. Strengths and weaknesses are different for people.

Exactly! Unless I write more than one story. A story with a legitimate love interest, and another where it's somehow a polygamous type of with original character and the boys - basically her just having sexual relationships with them. Because why not. I'm joking. But not really.

Naomi, Lala and Eri are the three main characters you see the most of in the whole franchise. And I know the girl gang is in a few scenes, but only in short intervals though. So I'm meh about their characters. Nothing against the actors, but I don't get much of a connection to a lot of them because you barely see them. That's just my opinion.

Not many people write for High&Low. Which surprises me.. I would've expected a decent amount of stories for the fandom, but I'm lucky to find a few stories. And most of those stories are incomplete.

Who are your favorite boys? Based on appearance, personality, anything and everything. Because now I'm curious to know.

It's always peeved me that the show never really dove deep into Ichigo Girls because they could've added something to the show. I try to give them a bit more personality and importance to Sakyia's story, since I wanted her to have the female friends she'd always wished to have, but I feel the creators put them in simply to have a 'girl gang' and fill that check on their list.

I came into the fandom already knowing it wasn't very big lol I'd read some fics and stuff before writing my own, but yeah, content can be scarce.

Cobra. Cobra is my ult favorite boy. He's the tough, brooding, quiet, tsundere type of character I tend to gravitate towards. You'll be able to tell as my fic keeps going lol Iwata has me in a chokehold, and he won't let go. But, after him I really like Rocky and Murayama. I tend to like protective will-do-anything-for-you types and Rocky fits that so perfectly, and Murayama is the unhinged, funny guy that I love watching on screen. Literally Oya is my fave group in SWORD because they're just crazy fuckers who fight all day lmao. Ryu, Jesse, and Hiroto also tend to stand out to me, but I'm a hoe so I'm constantly circulating the ones I like.

I had to narrow down my OC's love interests when I was plotting this thing out because otherwise girl will be screwing the entire cast.

Let me know yours, if you wanna share!

#asking flowers

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astrid-delacour · 11 months

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more things my friends have said as marauders quotes

Barty: sperm shaped drinks are the best kind of drinks

Lily: I do what I want /DEBAUCHERY

Pandora: did you just use debauchery as tone tag

James: sleep paralysis possum

Remus: I'm like a functional alcoholic

Evan: I'm not edgy but my friend had a dream last year

Marlene: he's so basic I can't see him

Sirius: do they make foot lingerie

Sirius: you look like the grinches dog

Evan: I would never call the ace alliance it's legal name in casual conversation

Mary: your hair is the colour of the devil

Sirius: it's not gay if we both have girlfriends

Regulus: I am better at the tism cause I make the noise

Lily: who drew balls on my board?!

James: I'm like Thomas Edison and you're that welsh dude

Remus: Stalin?

Regulus: I'm mean but not detriment to dental hygiene mean

Sirius: this is the one thing the Catholic Church would back me up on

Marlene: she's so mommy, I want to use her thighs as earmuffs

James: give me the fucking magnet back you hoe

James: we do not call 12 ear olds hot in this establishment

Barty: are you a Rick or morty?

Evan: idk

Barty: I feel like you're a rick cause you're autistic

Barty: I'm a whore for jack skellington

Dorcas: I'm a whore for sally

Lily: omg we're literally the bubonic plague

James: whatever fruits your loops

Sirius: I'm not to gay for anything, except heterosexual relationships

Remus: that takes a level of common sense I don't have

Barty: I've added a sneeze for every year of my life

Sirius: "*takes dramatic bow and twirls hair like a Renaissance girl who's secretly a witch*"

Marlene: fuck you and your two prong fork I have a seven prong fork

Marlene: she's a bitch but I love her that's my opinion of her (about dorcas)

Regulus: take an IQ test rn and while you're at it take an "am I gay" quiz

Regulus: ok 1684 the men were being whores and the girls were being whores (describing his family)

Mary: can you guys stop being horny on main please? (Talking about Canada)

Lily: nothing goes harder than the electoral college at homecoming

Pandora: I'm still on my autism high

James: you never know how fast you're walking until you body check a wall

Barty: it's really hot when you hear the tortured screams of a child predator dying

James: no one pulls my leg on leg day

James: thank sweet cheesus

Dorcas: it's a requirement

Evan: THATS A LIE. That is a LIE

Dorcas: it definitely is....

Evan: sweet lord Jesus

first year: vou have to come vou stand in line and have chicken fingers

Dorcas: I'm signing you up for Tuesday

Evan: I hate you

(In a baby voice) Sirius: I'm wubber wou're gwue what ever bounces off me stwicks to WOU

(Also baby voice) Marlene: jwokes on wou I'm cement *closes door and leaves*

Sirius: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!?!? MARLENE! MARLENEEEE

James: so we've got a white a black and a Hispanic. I love cultural diversity

Mary: ohhhh so he PlaysTM golf

Mary: right person wrong time except by wrong time you just don't like him and right person you mean he's ugly

Mary: I hot girl summered a little too close to the sun

Lily: you would put an e minor in there

Mary: Marlene needs to be spayed

Marlene: you're like garage band

Dorcas: Lily I think my song is killing Marry

Lily: good

Lily: it needs a little more work and by a little I mean I haven't started it

Dorcas: this is not a no judgement zone, this is a very judgement zone

Sirius: dairy-free, gluten-free, uhh vegan-free, it's all the frees

Dorcas: how self sabotagey are we feeling today

James: .... functionable

Peter/Remus: what? did you just say functionable?

James: ....veah

Peter: it's functional

James: seriously?!?!

Remus: yeahhhh

James: I was homeschooled ok!

Remus: how long have you been saying it like that?

James: anyways...

Dorcas: I'm not getting that sappy! They don't deserve that!!

Mary: your eyebrows are like 3 business days from your eyelids

Marlene: that is the bassiest bass

Mary: sometimes you just have to accept the crack

Peter: James would be a court jester

Pandora: that's very hannon-y

Pandora: like power ballad but make it cats

Lily: how loving should be as easy as ...?

Marlene: COW

Marlene: like cow eat grass

Mary: loving should be as easy as 'insert metaphor here'

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desiredmalfoy · 3 years

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You’re Pretty! (D.M. x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Genre: Pure fluff that is meant to be light hearted. Enjoy!

Summary: Draco can’t stop calling his girlfriend pretty.

Warnings: Some very mild bad language. Very small, you’ll probably miss it. Medical inaccuracies, sorry I am not an expert.

Universe: No Voldy :)

{Draco Masterlist} { Main Masterlist }

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Things were going well for you today. You had woken up early, they served your favorite breakfast and you had even received amazing marks in your classes today. You had also spent some of your time with your boyfriend Draco before he had to go to quidditch practice. It was one of those ideal days you loved.

You were currently sitting on the couch of the common room catching up on a book series you have been meaning to read. You grabbed a piece of chocolate and popped it in your mouth. Your peace and quiet were soon interrupted by an out of breath Theo. He ran into the common room still dressed in his quidditch uniform and broom in hand. If he didn’t look so serious, you would laugh at his current state. You lifted your eyes slightly from your book, enough to notice him making his way to you.

It seems things were going too well for you today.

“(Y/N)…yo-you need to go to the i-infirmary.” He attempted to catch his breath. “Draco’s in there.”

“What happened to Draco?” You lifted yourself off the couch quickly and stood up. The book left idly now on the floor.

“There was an accident on the quidditch field.” You were now following out of the common room and up the stairs out of the dungeon.

You tried your best to keep up with him as he was basically running down the halls. “Explain Theo!”

“So Crabbe was eating this snack right? It was really greas-”

“Nott, I don’t give a damn what Crabbe was eating.”

“There is a point to this! Well, he went straight to grab his bat because you know he plays beater position. Right, so the grease caused it to slip and it hit Draco in the head!”

“You’re telling me he got hit in the head?!” The two of you had finally made it to the infirmary and were now standing outside of it.

“Yes! You should have seen it (y/n)! It was such a bloody freak accident!”

You ignored that last part and instead pushed the doors open. There were only a handful of students in there so finding your boyfriend wouldn’t be hard. You spotted a familiar blond head towards the back of the infirmary. You rushed to his side where Madam Pomfrey was tending to his injury.

“Ah! Miss (y/l/n)! I suppose you’re here to see Mister Malfoy?” You had stopped in your track once she had turned her attention to you. You carefully made your way to the chair next to his bed.

You grabbed his hand and took it in yours, giving it a light squeeze. “Will he be alright?”

“Yes, dear. Received a big bruise to the head but I’ve already healed that. He has a concussion, poor thing was out of it before you arrived. But he’ll be okay.” She gave you a reassuring smile in an attempt to calm your nerves and the turmoil that was occurring in your head.

You sat next to Draco in silence waiting for him to wake up once again. Minutes turned into an hour quickly and you were starting to doze off yourself when you heard grunting coming from beside you.

“Draco, are you alright? Do you need anything? I can get Madam Pomfrey if you would like?” You were quickly by his side as he started to gain consciousness.

“What’s going on? Who are you? And why does my head hurt so much?” He winced as his hand touched the top of his head where the injury occurred. You quickly grabbed his hand and kept it away.

“Who do you think I am?” You asked him curious as to what he would respond.

“A really pretty stranger.” His voice came out sounding a bit groggy since he had just woken up.

“I’m your girlfriend Draco.” You explained giggling at the situation beforehand. “And you had an accident.”

“Girlfriend? Wow, you’re so pretty!” There was a hint of awe in his voice as he stared up at you. “I’m really lucky.”

“Let me go get Madam Pomfrey so she can make sure you’re okay.” You left to find her and come see him. She did another evaluation of him and came to the conclusion that he was fine. The hit to the head must have caused him to be confused but he was not suffering from amnesia. You sighed a breath of relief. She instead gave him a potion to help with the pain.

“So you’re really my girlfriend?” Draco questioned you once again as soon as Madam Pomfrey left his side once again. You took a seat in the corner of his bed and held his hand. “How long have we been dating?”

“Since fifth year when you finally got the courage to ask me out.” You joked with him. “Two years now.”

“Can’t blame me. You’re so pretty, anyone would be nervous to ask you.” A blush spread across your face at this.

“I can’t believe I got so lucky. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” His voice had started to become softer as he started to feel sleepy. The potion given to him for pain finally started to have an effect on him. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here again in the morning. They won’t let me stay the night. I’ll bring you breakfast okay?”

“Okay, I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Dray.”

——

You had been right, the night before shortly after you were sent back to your dorm with the promise you could see your boyfriend in the morning. You unwillingly left his side and headed back to your dorm.

It was now breakfast time and you had only come to get a plate for you and Draco. You rushed to your usual stop where all your friends sat. You quickly greeted them and started to look for foods you knew Draco liked.

“How’s Draco doing?” Pansy asked you.

“Last night I saw that I saw him, he was out of it. But he’s doing better. I’m going to go see him now and see how he's doing.”

“Let us know how he’s doing okay?” Blaise spoke up and gave you one of his rare smiles. No matter the tough exterior, you knew he was worried about his best friend.

“I will don’t worry.” You grabbed the plates and made your way out of the great hall. Moving against the crowd of students still coming for breakfast.

You quickly arrived and opened the door that led to your boyfriend. You could see from here that he was already up and much better. He saw you coming his way and his eyes lit up as soon as they saw you.

“Hey babe, you’re finally here to see me.” He said as you put the two plates of food on his bedside table. He pulled you into his side and gave you a kiss.

“You don’t remember I was here yesterday.” You pulled away laughing a bit in amusement.

“Not at all. Yesterday was blurry. All I remember was being on the quidditch pitch and next thing I’m here.”

“Oh? So you don’t remember calling me the prettiest girl ever? Or forgetting I was your girlfriend?” You kissed the side of his temple gently.

“Can you blame me? Any bloke who would have just woken up not remembering anything would think the same about you. Because you are darling.” It was his turn to place a kiss on your blushing cheeks.

“Well, you were definitely shocked I would date you.” You laughed recalling the events of the previous night.

He laughed along with you as you told him what had happened the night before. “It’s a good thing I only said true things last night.”

“Now let’s eat so I can leave this place. I have to go see Crabbe.”

“Here you go”, you placed the plate of all his favorites in front of him. Having just a pinch of pity on Crabbe but not really seeing as your boyfriend was injured because of him.

“Hey, Draco?”

“Yes, love?”

“You promised me last night we could do whatever I wanted this weekend?”

“I don’t remember.”

“I do and you promised.”

“Only because I love you I’ll take your word for it.”

He in fact did not say that last night but he didn’t have to know that.

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totiredtowrite · 3 years

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oikawa request? 👀 can I get uuuuuuuuuuh oikawa’s in love with reader but reader straight up doesn’t get it like oikawa kisses his cheek? he’s like “oh shit we kissing the homies goodbye now? bet” sorry I love himbos lmao

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Warnings - Just my main hoe oikawa and some cursing, also it's hinted that reader is shorter than oikawa so beware ig?

Note: I got a similar request, so I just decided to lump them both together to get one massive himbo reader and Oikawa's even massiver crush on you

Male Reader

Oikawa calls you a himbo a lot.

You aren't too sure what the word means, but you assume that he says it as a term of endearment judging by the smile on his face whenever he says it. It was almost like calling your best friend an idiot, or your boyfriend a doofus.

Whatever the case was with him, you didn't mind. Having a nickname from one of your best friends makes you feel all bubbly and happy, so there isn't a need to put too much thought into it anyway.

You hummed out of habit when you arrive at the gym. The tall ceiling and polished floors always made you feel right at home. Your dopey grin grew wider at the sight of Oikawa and Iwaizumi setting up the net.

Jogging up to them, you reach up to rest your hand on Oikawa's shoulder.

"Hi Tooru-kun!" You say cheerfully, eyes sparkling at him.

"(Y/n)!" He said, his voice cracking a bit. Iwaizumi muffled a laugh and continued with what he was doing. You, oblivious to Oikawa's reddening face, just turned smiled at him with a look that could only remind him of an adoring puppy.

He turned his face away from you to attempt to hide his blush.

"Shouldn't you be getting changed?" Iwaizumi says with an annoyed eye roll in an attempt to save Oikawa's pride. He isn't heartless after all, Oikawa's pathetic struggle was even hard for him to watch.

You shrugged. "I just wanted to say hi to Oikawa first!" You take your hand off of his shoulder. "I'll get changed now!" You grin, and wave at them before turning to go to the club room. Oikawa let out a heavy breath and banged his head against the net pole.

"Cut that out Shittykawa! We wouldn't want you to loose more brain cells..." Hajime muttered that last part quietly.

"Iwa-chaan, what can I do!" Oikawa whined. "He's just too perfect!" And too dumb to notice, but that little detail doesn't need to be said out loud.

Iwaizumi hums. "Well maybe it's a blessing in disguise. You almost outed your stupid ass in front of him."

"Always so mean Iwa-chan," Oikawa pouted mockingly at him.

Iwaizumi was right though. He almost gave himself away. (Well, not really, you would probably just assume he was sick).

How could he not be in love with you though? You always made sure he was doing okay, checking up on him, making sure he wasn't overworking himself. You always gave him that beautiful bright smile, and came to say "hi" or "good morning" whenever you saw him. It's not like he was never going to tell you! He just had to figure out how to do it!

"Why not just be direct," Matsukawa had suggested a week ago, "Do something that he couldn't misunderstand." Oikawa furrowed his brows and huffed as that interaction came to mind. 'Direct.' Like what? It's not like Oikawa could just walk up to you and kiss you! That'd be insane, He reasoned to himself as the rest of the team started lining up for drills. Wouldn't it?

~~~

Oikawa was going to kiss you.

In an attempt to reason with his seemingly outlandish idea, he told hinself that it wasn't a full on kiss kiss. Just on the cheek or something. That should be complex enough to get his feelings through, and simple enough for you to understand.

After dwelling on it all throughout practice, Tooru practically had stars in his eyes. His eyes were on you the whole time, focusing on your power and how concentrated you look when you play. He wondered what it would be like to finally kiss you.

He was fully energized after ending practice, bouncing on his heels while everyone else was tuckered out.

"What's up with him?" Hanamaki snickered.

"He's finally thought of a plan to confess to (y/n)," Matsukawa responded bluntly, taking a swig out of the blue water bottle he had in hand.

"S'about time," Iwaizumi muttered, looking irritated.

"Let's just give them some space," Matsukawa shot a coy smile at the other two. "We wouldn't want to embarrass our captain."

~~~

"(Y/n)!"

You turn around, startled by the sudden loud noise before looking up to see Oikawa, a focused and determined look on his face.

"Hiya Captain!" You said. "What do you need? You look kind of scary just standing there you know," you laughed.

Oikawa didn't say anything, choosing to replace any possible words with action as he moved towards you.

You nervously fidgeted. His lack of words and eerie movement unnerved you a bit. "Am I in the way of something?" You asked, sudden worry on your face, "I can move if you'd... like..." You trailed off as Oikawa brought his hand to your cheek, resting his thumb on your jaw so he could push your head to the side. "Tooru?" You said, voice much softer now.

He still didn't say anything as he leaned down to plant his lips on your cheekbone, moving just close enough for you to feel his body heat. His lips were soft, slightly chapped, and on the thinner side. It felt oddly nice, the way his lips were warm on your skin. When he pulled back, retracting his hand from your face, he smiled triumphantly.

"Oooh," you said, face lighting up with realization. "We're kissing our friends now? I mean bet, I'll get the jump on you next time!" You had a big grin on your face, one thumb pointed back at you.

You still didn't get it? Seriously? All that planning for you to chalk it up to some regular "kiss the homies" bullshit?

"Oh enough of this," Oikawa said suddenly, grabbing the back of your neck and slamming his lips to yours. You made some kind of surprised noise, the speed and suddenness throwing you off. He unintentionally tugged you closer, his long fingers weaving their way into your hair where yours were gripping his shirt at his waist.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, you stared at him with wide eyes. Both of your faces were no doubt red. "Oh," you start slowly. "Well if you liked me you should have just said so!" You gave him that puppy-like smile again, and wrapped your arms around his waist to bring him into a bone crushing hug.

Oikawa sighed, palming his own face. What a hassle, he thought as he returned your embrace.

He didn't know what kind of an answer that was, but he decided that it was a "yes." After all, you were the one who kissed him back.

#m!reader #hq x male reader #anime x male reader #male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #tooru oikawa x male reader #oikawa x male reader

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jungw8ns · 3 years

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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬)

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #jungw8ns

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princessjungeun · 3 years

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I Definitely Like Her: Chaeyoung X Female Reader

Request: hello just read u will be closing ur requests so i wanted to get this one in real quick: some chaeyoung (twice) x forgeign!reader idol au (they’re both idols) and went to the same school and also met there for the first time but reader didn’t really have the best reputation at school, bit of a troublemaker standing up for their own beliefs since they’re not from korea and still have to get used to the way things are there which is rather conservative (f.e. they do not conform with the uniform rules idk if youve watched sex education but they’re a bit like cal in this situation, or so on). they weren’t very close since chae was busy with her starting idol life and reader was still a trainee at the time so they only knew eachother from afar. but that changed when reader also debuted and chae and reader were doing a special stage together since they’re both the main rappers of their groups so the special stage was together with a few other female main rappers. and they soon realized through working together that they were more alike than they first thought and u can take it from there because im out of ideas haha if u deem this good enough to write that is anyways thank u in advance i love ur works :)

tw// swearing, slight racism/discrimination, mention of periods

author's note: i made the reader insert black. hopefully you enjoy this, i tried my best :D

"Big wheels rolling, can't tell how shit feel Bitch, how I changed when I only got big bills? Ah Problem, and that waist on Coke bottle Walking these hoes like a runway model" You rapped softly to yourself as you finished brushing your baby hairs into little swoops with your pink toothbrush. Looking at yourself in the mirror you smiled widely, kissing your reflection quickly and wiping away the mark left from your lip gloss. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you grabbed your phone and airpods before leaving, locking the door behind you.

For the past week you rode the bus, but you had time to walk so you did, enjoying the fresh morning air. When you got the school many of the students were already inside, so you made your way in, mumbling the lyrics of another Megan Thee Stallion song as you walked. The second you walked through the doors all eyes were on you. Although everyone though you didn't understand Korean, you spoke the language fluently along with English. The rest of your classmates assumed that you were another foreigner who didn't speak Korean other than introducing yourself or asking where something was. You took advantage of that though, pretending you didn’t understand so you could listen to whatever people said around you. Within a week you had enough gossip on half of your classmates to get almost all of them in some form of trouble if you wanted to. But, you just kept it to yourself leaving you to feel like a walking Burn Book from Mean Girls.

Walking through the hallways, you ignored the eyes on you, the stares were nothing new and you'd been getting them ever since you arrived in Korea. The first class was by far the easiest for you, English language. Despite knowing that you were fluent, the school was still requiring you to complete the courses. Just as you were walking up the stairs you felt one of your earrings start to fall out. Most people could put an earring in without having to see it, however you never acquired that skill.

Skipping steps you bolted up the stairs and ran into the bathroom, yanking your earring the rest of the way out and trying to put it back in properly. You squinted, cursing yourself for forgetting to put in your contacts and not bringing your glasses as backup. The school bell rang however you weren’t leaving until the earring was back in your ear. After five minutes that felt like 3 hours, you finally got the earring back in and headed to class. Before walking in you smoothed over your skirt and pushed the door open, heading to your seat in the very back of the classroom. Your teacher stopped talking and silence fell over the classroom as his eyes lingered on you. He stated with a smile, “Look who decided to grace us with her presence this morning.” Faking a confused look you scanned the room before pointing at yourself, “Me?” Your teacher nodded, “Miss L/N, you are well aware that tardiness is not tolerated in my classroom, correct?” You nodded, “Yeah. I was taking care of something so I was late...”

You moved to turn around but your teacher continued, “You had another obligation that was more important than my class?” Without hesitation you replied, “Yes but I’m here now so you can continue your lesson Mr. Oh.” Before you could move again he proceeded, “Well since this was such an important thing to handle, please share with the class what that obligation was.” You raised and eyebrow and gave him the chance to take back his reply but he didn’t. Casually you responded, “I was changing my tampon in the restroom. If you don’t believe me it’s in the sanitary disposal bin. Stall 3, right on the top.” The few students that had fully understood your conversation snickered and watched as your teacher’s face turned bright red. With a smile you asked, “Anymore questions Mr. Oh?” He shook his head and took a gulp of water, making you scrunch your nose and reply with a grin, “Thanks so much.”

Pulling out your chair you plopped down next to your seat mate, she didn’t spare you a glance, keeping her eyes focused right ahead of her. You got the slight feeling that she hated you or was scared of you based on the way she scooted away from you cautiously every time you sat down. All you knew about her was that she was an idol, so your soon to be senior if all went well with training. The second you laid eyes on her on the first day you knew she was Chaeyoung of Twice. She was friends with everyone in the school that was an idol and trainee at least that’s what you observed fairly quickly. However you were the only known trainee that she wasn’t friends with.

For the first week you assumed that she just didn’t know, however when people saw you talking to Jang Eunseong, a known RBW trainee, they knew that you were in fact a trainee. Into the second week she still made no move to speak to you so you just let her be, not caring anymore.

English class ended and the rest of the day was a blur until History which was by far your least favorite class because nothing that you all learned was taught to you before attending Korean high school. On top of the fact that your history teacher just plain worked your last nerve. Walking up to turn in your worksheet, you made eye contact with her before she called your name, “Miss Y/N.” She asked you, “Are you aware that you are violating the dress code in at least four different ways?” You looked at your uniform and down to your sneakers, “No...I don’t think I am Dr. Bae.” She told you, “Remain up here please. You will help me with my exit ticket.” You shrugged and stayed beside her, shifting your weight from foot to foot until she was ready to talk.

The teacher told the students the students before saying, “I am sure you all are well aware that we have a new student this year. However, she seems to have an issue with abiding to the dress code, so may someone please raise their hand and point out what will need to be changed?” You stood in front of your class and waited for hands to go up, you leaned back on the tall table behind you, resting your forearms on it as you scanned the room. A few of the student laughed while a few others gave judgmental looks and mumbled. You turned back to the teacher and said in intentionally broken Korean, “I don’t think they know either.”

The older woman replied, “Well allow me. For starters your skirt is too short, your blouse is untucked, no nail polish or makeup is permitted, your jewelry will need to be removed, and your hair needs to be changed. Your sneakers are also a violation.” You looked at her and said, “Okay...?” She repeated slower, “Fix your uniform, put a brush through your ratty hair, remove the layers of makeup and take the jewelry off. The ones under your blouse as well. Did you understand that?” The last sentence spoken with nothing but condescension. The older woman handed you a pair of scissors to cut the beads off of your waist and wrists that had slipped into view. You thought for a moment, bringing the scissors to your waist with a shaking hand before remembering why you were wearing them. Instead you tucked your blouse in and slipped your beads out of view, and pulled your blazer sleeves over the bracelets on your wrist. Placing the scissors down you refused, “No.” The entire front row gasped and silence fell over the room so thick that you could hear your heart beating in your chest.

You took a breath before responding in fluent Korean, “My skirt is exactly 8 centimeters above the knee. If that makes you uncomfortable that’s a problem to take up with a professional. Not me. My blouse is too small despite being the largest size offered, which is a problem between the school and the uniform distributor. Not me. There is not a rule against nail polish in the code of conduct, it was removed three years ago. I am not wearing makeup, or lashes. That is my skin and an eyelash curler with petroleum jelly and a spoolie brush. All of my jewelry has a cultural or spiritual significance and according to section 34 A line 17, I am allowed to wear all of it. My hair grows out of my head this way and I will not adjust to the Eurocentric beauty standard of wearing only straight hair so you and the rest of the people around me can stomach it, or to make myself look like someone I am not and will never be. Lastly my sneakers are in fact the perfect example of appropriate, no heel or platform or color that’s not black and it is not an athletic tennis shoe.” The second you finished talking the school bell rang and you added, “Never insult me again. I don’t tolerate that, I don’t care who you are.” The woman told you “Principals office. Now. I’m reporting you.” You picked up your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, “Well you already sent me twice this week, you know what they say. Third time’s the charm- Oh wait...It’s after school hours. You’re off the clock, sorry. Maybe you’ll find something tomorrow? Have a wonderful afternoon Dr. Bae, wonderful lecture by the way.” Quickly you exited the classroom for the day, going to your locker to get all of your books for the night.

You met your best friend at her locker, “Eunseongie! Hey!” She asked you quietly, “Did you really tell off Dr. Bae and Mr. Oh in class? You know you can’t do that kind of thing here Y/N.” She linked arms with you before heading outside so you two could catch the bus. You replied, “I mean Mr. Oh was grilling me so I answered. As for Dr. Bae, I just pointed out that she was misunderstanding sections of the code of conduct. Consider what I did as a good thing, I stood up for myself.” Your best friend huffed and said, “You already got kicked out of your last school. You don’t need to add this one to the list too.” Letting out a huff you caved, “Fine...I’ll think about holding my tongue.” Eunseong shook her head and laughed, “You’re too much.”

What you didn’t notice was the girl standing next to you with one of her friends. Chaeyoung stood adjacent from you next to Tzuyu, the two of them waiting together. The smaller girl was listening to your conversation despite having in headphones. When you and Eunseong got on the bus Chaeyoung turned to Tzuyu and asked, “Did you hear that?” The taller girl asked, “Hear what?” Chaeyoung whispered, “Y/N, that new transfer that’s also a RBW trainee, she got kicked out of her old high school!” Tzuyu responded, “Oh yeah I hear stuff about her all the time. Someone said that she pretends to not speak Korean but she really can. Also I heard that she cussed at Dr. Bae and spoke informally to her...Lee Chaeyoung said she’s bad news.”

Chaeyoung had heard rumors about you as well, most of them that you were a new trainee and that you didn’t respect authority. That was what turned her from talking to you during the first week of school. She was going to befriend you but she ended up not doing it because she knew that her reputation might be put at risk. She was a debuted idol and having a friend that wasn’t respectful and had a bad reputation wouldn’t look good, especially since JYP took so much pride in their idols being genuine and respectful. Rumors were only going to fly more now that you spoke up to two teachers with an entire classroom full of witnesses both times. Chaeyoung made the decision to just ignore you in order to protect her own image.

Months passed and you made your debut under RBW as a member of the group Purple Kiss. You continued to attend school with Eunseong however it was slightly sporadic because your group was promoting. It was nearing awards season and that meant special stages and performances. Purple Kiss had been invited to the MMA awards and there was a special stage for a few main rappers from girl groups. You were already labelled as one of the best 4th gen rappers in Kpop despite having debuted only months before. So it was no surprise when you got invited to be one of the rappers for the performance.

You sat in the meeting room across from your boss as he spoke to you, “Congratulations Y/N. You will be doing the stage alongside Jeon Soyeon, Shin Ryujin, Giselle of Aespa, Dami of Dreamcatcher, Chaeyoung of Twice.” Although you knew that Yuki was also supposed to be doing the stage, she couldn’t because she was sick so she was removed last minute. However you were happy that at least one of you were able to participate. For a second you paused before asking, “Wait did you say Son Chaeyoung?” Your boss nodded and replied, “Yes, I believe she is your schoolmate as well.” You smiled weakly, “Yeah, she is.” In the back of your mind you just hoped that everything would go smoothly, the last thing you wanted was the stage to be awkward because the two of you weren’t friendly.

Sitting next to Chaeyoung in school was even more awkward than it was before you found out about the collaboration stage. Instead of ignoring you, she was just staring at you every now and again without actually saying anything. You could feel her eyes on you however you didn’t even need to look to know that she was looking at you. Both you and Chaeyoung knew that there was a practice at JYP later, but she still had yet to speak to you. The second the bell rang you were up and out of the class room. The school day went by painfully slow but eventually you were free and heading to your own company’s building.

In attempt to distract yourself from the nerves of having to face your schoolmate you entered a practice room with your headphones on and started rapping along with whatever came on your shuffle. After an hour the reminder you set in the morning went off and you headed outside so you manager could pick you up and take you to the other company. The entire ride you continued rapping under your breath, however it was a freestyle instead. When you and your manager entered the building and found the right room, Soyeon, Chaeyoung, and Ryujin were already there. The four of you were slightly awkward with each other, at first but eventually after Dami and Giselle entered the conversation was more free flowing. You were hesitant to speak to any of them, but Ryujin spoke to you first.

The two of you had seen each other in passing during the school day, she was a grade level under you. You knew that she had mentioned you as an idol she wanted to befriend, so you assumed this was her making that attempt. Chaeyoung was busy talking to Giselle, however she was listening into your conversation, hearing certain things that drew her interest. You all waited for the producer to enter because the first practice was going to be recording the song, second was a backup in case anything on the track needed to be changed, and the last two were stage rehearsals.

Everyone was silently anticipating what was to come because all six of you had written your own lyrics. All six of you were going to have your individual part as well as a group part together. The beat had been sent separately and you all sent in your demos, the only one who knew what every else’s part sounded like was Soyeon, as she was working as the co-producer. Soyeon put you all in order to go in the booth and everyone else sat around waiting their turns. Chaeyoung went in first, you were honestly surprised at her skill because her company didn’t let her rap the way she was capable of on most of their songs. It took Chaeyoung next to no time to finish and soon Giselle was in the booth after her.

Ryujin shifted nervously next to you and she murmured to herself, “I’m nervous...” You told your new friend, “You’ll be okay. Chaeng just went in and killed it so I’m sure you’ll do the same being trained by the same company ‘n all.” Chaeyoung beamed, “Wait it was good?” You were slightly taken aback at her question for the sole reason of thinking that she wouldn’t talk to you if she didn’t have to. You nodded with a smile, “Yeah, it was really good, and you wrote that yourself- like wow.” Chaeyoung’s dimple caught your eye only making you find her even more beautiful than before.

When Giselle finished, Dami went in and then Ryujin after her. The three finished slower than Chaeyoung had, but Soyeon didn’t rush the girls at all, encouraging them to take their time and giving them pointers on how to perfect their lines. When your turn came Soyeon motioned for you to go into the booth to record. On the first try you finished your take with ease, however you scrunched your nose and shifted your weight back and forth grabbing Soyeon’s attention. Your senior asked you, “What’s wrong?” You laughed and replied, “It doesn’t fit as well anymore. Sounds off, I don’t know if you hear it.”

Soyeon looked at the producer next to her who honestly was doing nothing. She asked, “I have an idea, hear me out to the end though okay?” You nodded and she told you, “I want you to freestyle out of pocket.” Your face dropped and you immediately replied, “Unnie, can’t do that- like I’ve never tried.” Soyeon told you, “I know you can freestyle, we all know. Just follow 2 an 3 instead of 1 and 4, it will feel weird but just try it. I can help you if you need it.” Nervously you agreed and tried again, taking a deep breath and toying with the bracelets on your wrist. You closed your eyes and just let yourself go, following the technique of following 2 and 3 before switching smoothly to 1 and 4 on the last 2 lines. When you finished you let out an exhale and looked up at everyone on the other side of the glass. All of their mouths were open, except Soyeon who was smiling proudly.

The second you stepped out of the booth you told her jokingly, “I can’t do that ever again unnie.” She gave you a thumbs up and said, “Good job Y/N.” When she turned back around you did a little dance and mouthed “Good job” out of celebration. The rest of the girls flooded you with complements and you couldn’t help but cover your face bashfully. When the session was over everyone said their goodbyes.

The next day in school you sat in your seat in English, and Chaeyoung greeted you with a bright smile. You jumped from the sudden greeting, “Oh- sorry, hey. You don’t usually talk to me.” Chaeyoung replied, “I wanted to apologize for that actually I-” You cut her off, “It’s okay I already know why. I don’t have the best reputation around here...so it’s understandable.” She asked, “So we’re good?” You nodded and motioned towards the board as the school bell rang indicating the start of class.

As you completed your first assignment, Chaeyoung looked at you from her peripheral vision, scanning you up and down slowly without you noticing. She looked at your sneakers, the black Converse high tops with silver studs covering the canvas, and a few small chains hanging close to the sides and ankle. The black sharpie doodles of flowers, skulls, and stars that were covering the toe caps and the toe bumpers. She noticed the perfect yet imperfect handwriting of your name on the heel patch. Her eyes moved up to your uniform, the skirt that looked shorter than what was allowed but she knew it was just your body proportions that made it look shorter. Chaeyoung’s gaze lingered on the hoodie that was tucked into your blazer and the tie that was loose around your blouse collar. She noticed a flash of gold and red around your waist when you took your blazer off and streched with your arms above your head, but quickly you yanked your shirt down and tucked it back in. In her mind she remembered the gold nose cuff with the blue Mal de Ojo that you wore everyday. The array of glass and wood beaded bracelets that covered your wrists and softly clicked together when you wrote on your paper. She smiled softly when she saw your nails, the ring finger having a pair of boobs painted on, another finger having a rainbow, a few others having flowers or moons on them as well. Sitting next to her she could smell a subtle mixture of what she recently identified as coconut oil and floral herbs and citrus. With a quick turn of her head she caught a glimpse of your hair, the curls that were pressed straight for the first few weeks of school, but now pulled up on top of your head. Her gaze once more fell on your face, your long eyelashes that usually brush the lenses of your glasses when you remembered to wear them. The slight shine on your full lips that was full of light flecks of glitter when you turned into the light in just the right angle, only making them look more perfect. Chaeyoung had never taken a moment to look at you the way she was now. Feeling her gaze on you, you whispered, “The answer isn’t on any part of me Chaeng.” Her cheeks flushed bright pink as she laughed and covered her face with her hands, your hand on her thigh as you smirked and patted her leg gently. Not sparing her a glance you continued to write out your assignment and laugh to yourself at catching her staring.

The two of you became closer as the performance date neared with every passing day. When the day of the awards show came you were so nervous that you were shaking on the red carpet. Luckily you were able to play it off like you were cold because it was outside in December. When you got backstage with the other girls you all huddled together. Soyeon gave you all a pep talk but you were still shaking, starting to feel nauseated.

Chaeyoung gave you a side hug and told you, “It’s going to be okay Y/N, we’ll all be up there together. We got your back okay?” You looked up at Soyeon and she agreed, “I’ve freestyled this awards show once, I can do it again in an emergency okay?” You all hugged once more before heading to the stage. You didn’t realize that it was as big as it was until you were standing in your spot. The lights were off and you couldn’t see anything around you, only hearing the fans screaming over your inears. A bead of sweat ran down your back as you took a deep breath, holding your mic in your hand. Your fingers ran over the personalized mic your grandmother had gifted you when you debuted, the small dent on the grille from when you dropped it the second after pulling it out of the box. With another exhale you were ready, listening to your in ear the second it started. The automated voice spoke over the ticking of the metronome, “Track. Artist in position. Intro. 2-3-4.” You watched as Chaeyoung started, rapping her lines perfectly. The entire performance went by faster than you anticipated, and you absolutely killed your part. The second you stepped off the stage you felt like you could finally breathe again, and the weight was lifted. All of you praised each other as you walked back to the green room.

You and Chaeyoung hung onto each other’s arms, laughing and playfully arguing over who did better. The two of you rushed to get ready because Chaeyoung had a performance soon so she had to get back to her group. You were finished before her and your manager was ready to escort you back to your group, so you quickly pulled Chaeyoung into a hug. Without thinking you put your hand under her chin and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek, “Good luck Chaeng.” Her entire face turned pink as she smiled and laughed, her stylist teasing her as she fixed her outfit. As you walked away you covered your mouth with your hand and whispered to yourself, “Oh my god why would I do that why did I do that?” Unbeknownst to you Chaeyoung’s hand was on her cheek, giggling to herself as her heart pounded in her chest. She admitted to herself, “Yeah...I definitely like her.”

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